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Show A BEAUTIFUL SAYING. A Scotch Highlander, old, worn and poor, was in the habit of going every morning a little distance from his cottage and standing there, unbonneted, for a few minutes. When asked one day by a. friend, who came upon him and waited until he had covered his head and turned his eyes away from the. hills, if he were saying his prayers, he replied with a rare smile: "1 have come here every morning for years, and taken off my bonnet to the beauty of the world." It was an untaught man's expression of that deep poetry which runs through the Celtic race like a vein of gold; and it wis r.'sn a primitive primi-tive act of worship. |