him after a while when events have become more stirring, so it is well to become acquainted with it now.
He led a free and happy life amid these grand surroundings. He climbed the trees and ate the luscious apples, and tore his clothes as he ought to have done, and as it is a little boy’s right to do. Perhaps the weird music of the desolate ocean, the distant peak of the great mountain of Hellvellyn which rose above its neighbors not far away, did their part to plant the seeds of future courage in the boy’s heart.
About the pretty cottage, on Mr. Craik’s estate, rose the rugged Scotch hills, weird and silent, save for the shrieks of wild birds that nested high among them, or the dismal echoes from the distant sea. It was amid these scenes that the old witches met the fearless and warlike Macbeth, and told him how to go forth and win renown and glory. It was among these grand, inspiring
