Men of Muscle, and the Highland Games of Scotland, etc.

DONALD ROSS, OF STRATHGLASS. I N the " Deserted Village" Goldsmith says: " Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, \Vhere wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them as a breath has made, But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied." Although the very thing which the poet dreaded is gradu– ally coming to pass-the increase of the population of the large towns at the expense of the country-yet, irappily, in Scotland at anyrate, there are still many fine specimens of the "genus homo," and Donald Ross is a sample of the stalwart sons of Scotland of whom his c0umrymen are proud. While on this theme we cannot refrain from an expression of sorrow at the depopulation of the Highlands. Some people may poke fun at the kilt, the bagpipes, and the Gaelic, but where is there a better race of men on the face of the earth than the Scottish Highlander? He is bra,·e in battle, thrifty and honest in peace, with an inborn love for his country not surpassed by any other nation. Only those who are familiar with the Highlands can imagine the sorrow and anguish of the true Celt at leaving his home– the home of his forefathers-to seek a livelihood in forei gn climes, which he can no longer earn in the land of his birth. Many, many de'ightful spots in the Highlands, where some of the finest specimens of manhood have been reared, ar~ 82