Let anyone speak long enough, he will get believers. - Robert Louis Stevenson

Into no other city does the sight of the country enter so far; if you do not meet a butterfly, you shall certainly catch a glimpse of far-away trees upon your walk; and the place is full of theatre tricks in the way of scenery. You peep under an arch, you descend stairs that look as if they would land you in a cellar, you turn to the back-window of a grimy tenement in a lane: — and behold! you are face-to-face with distant and bright prospects. You turn a corner, and there is the sun going down into the Highland hills. You look down an alley, and see ships tacking for the Baltic.

"Do you know Poole," he said, looking up, "that you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?"

Be it granted me to behold you again in dying,
Hills of home!