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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
and sincere on either side have long looked down with surprise and pity upon the ill-appreciated motives which caused their mutual hatred and hostility while in this valley of darkness, blood, and tears. Peace to their memory! Let us think of them as the heroine of our only Scottish tragedy entreats her lord to think of her departed sire,
"O, rake not up the ashes of our fathers!
Implacable resentment was their crime,
And grievous has the expiation been."
