The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
The waters of the river were glancing to the cloudless morning sun,--a clear bright cheerfulness dwelt on the foreheads of the distant hills,--the verdure of the nearer fields seemed to be gladdened by the presence of spring,--and a band of little schoolboys, in their Sunday clothes, playing with a large dog on the opposite bank of the river, was in unison with the general benevolence that smiled and breathed around, but was liveliest in his own heart.