Landlords In Scotland

The Highl ,nds and Hebrides are the home of romance. There is 8 legend for almost every step you take. Bat the cuelestof these are not so cruel as, and none have the pathos ol the tales of thtir oirn and their fal.er's wrongs and wretcheJness which the people teil to-day. The old stories of (he battle-5eld, and of clan meeting clan iu deadly duel, have given way to stories of the cleaiiug of the land that the laird or the s ranger might have hia shooting ami nslima aa vvell as his crops. At lirst the poplo co;ild not understand it. The evi ;ted went to the laird, as they would have gone of olJ, and asked for a new home. And what was his angwer ? "Iamn. t the la'.her of jour family." And then, when frightened women ran and hid themselvesat his comiDg, he broke the kettles they left by the well, or tore into hreds the clotfoesbleachingoo Ihe heather. And, as the people thems elves have it, " in these and similar ways he suceeeded too well in clearing the island of ita once r.umerous inhab;tante, scai tering them over the face of the globe." Tneie mu-t have been cruelty rdeed before the Westen -Islander, who once loved hia chiet better than his own life, could teil such tala as these, even in hir hunger and despair. I know it is pleasante to read ot Houdshed in the past than starvation in the present. A lately published book on Irland has been welcomed by critics, and I rappoan by readers, because ie it is no mention i f evutions and crowbar brigades and horrors ot which nevvfpapers inake good capital. I have uever been to Ireland, a d it may be you can travel there a'id foret ihe people. But in the Hebridea the human silence and the ruined homes and tne alanost unbroken moorland would let us, as foreigneri1, tbink cf nothing else. - Mrs. Klizibeth Pennell, in Harper's Magazine for September.