And  hunger  of  the  body  and  soul  alike
Where  bread  and  books  are  scarce.
Kenneth.
That  I  will,  Miss  ;
But  you,  we  looked  to  you  to  help  us  I

Ina.
Nay,
That  is  all  past  and  gone.
Kenneth.
Why  is  it  gone  ?
Ina.
This  is  a  man's  work  ;  I  have  been

a  failure  ;
And  made  his  last  days  lonely  whom

I  loved,
And  did  no  good  to  any  one,  and  now
My  way   of  life   must  needs   be  far

from  these

Grey  rocks  and  lochs  and  isles. — Ah  !

Mnter  Sir  Diarmid.
Sir  Diarm'td.
How  now,  Kenneth  ?

I  thought  you  never  left  your  books,

except
To  trim  the  boat,  and  set  the  lines.
Kenneth.
To-day,  sir,
I    had    to    row    Miss    Ina    to    Isle-

Monach. —
Was  it  an  hour  you  said.  Miss  ?

Sir  Diarmid.
Going  now  ?
Well,  do  not  trouble  to  bring  back

the  boat ;
I'll  see  Miss  Ina  home.
39°


Kildrostan


Kenneth.
Yes,  sir.
Sir  D'tarmid.
Good-bye !

[Exit  Kenneth,

Ina,  forgive  me  that  I  followed  you
Into  your  still  retreat.     I  saw  the  boat
Making  the  cove  behind  the  mussel-
crag,
And  could  not  help  it.     What  a  wealth

of  beauty
Gathers     around     these     mouldering

abbey  walls.
Draped  with   pale  lichens,   and  with

graceful  tufts
Of  small-leaved   ferns,    and   lovingly

embraced
By  the  ivy,  which  they  once  upheld,

that  now.
