Index — Chapter SCATTER <i>to</i> SCOTLAND (Part 1 of 2)

SCATTER.—To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land.

Gray.—Elegy, Verse 16.

SCENE.—Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Shakespeare.—As You Like it, Act II. Scene 7. (Jaques on the Seven Ages of Man.)

Some temple’s mouldering tops between,
With venerable grandeur mark the scene.

Goldsmith.—Traveller, Line 109.

View each well-known scene,
Think what is now, and what hath been.

Scott.—Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Stanza 2.

Tho’ from truth I haply err,
The scene preserves its character.

George Combe.—Doctor Syntax, Chap. II.

SCHEMES.—The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men,
Gang aft a-gley,
And lea’e us nought but grief and pain,
For promised joy.

Burns.—To a Mouse, Verse 7.

SCHOLAR.—1. What, you’re a scholar, friend?
2. I was born so, measter. Feyther kept a grammar- school.

Sheridan.—St. Patrick’s Day, Act II. Scene 1.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that lov’d him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VIII. Act IV. Scene 2. (Griffith to Queen Katherine respecting Wolsey.)

SCHOOL-BOY.—The school-boy still doth haunt the sacred ground,
And musing oft it’s pleasing influence shewn,
As starting at his footsteps echo’d round,
He feels himself alone.

Baillie.—Legend of Wallace, Verse 104.

SCHOOL-BOY.—Oft in the lone churchyard at night I’ve seen,
By glimpse of moonshine, chequering through the trees,
The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up;
And lightly tripping o’er the long flat stones
(With nettles skirted, and with moss o’ergrown,
That tell in homely phrase who lie below;)
Sudden he starts! and hears, or thinks he hears
The sound of something purring at his heels.

Blair.—The Grave, Line 56.

How often has the school-boy fetched a long circuit, and trudged many a needless step, in order to avoid the haunted churchyard! or, if necessity, sad necessity, has obliged him to cross the spot where human skulls are lodged below, and the baneful yews shed supernumerary horrors above, a thousand hideous stories rush into his memory. Fear adds wings to his feet; he scarce touches the ground; dares not once look behind him, and blesses his good fortune if no frightful sound purred at his heels; if no ghastly shape bolted upon his sight.

Hervey.—Meditations. On the Night.