xiiand Scott’s brave, metropolitan utterance will be all equally the ghosts of speech. Till then I would love to have my hour as a native Maker, and be read by my own countryfolk in our own dying language: an ambition surely rather of the heart than of the head, so restricted as it is in prospect of endurance, so parochial in bounds of space. p. xii p. xiiiCONTENTS p. xiii CONTENTS BOOK I.—In English PAGE PAGE I. I. Envoy—Go, little book Envoy 1 1 II. II. A Song of the Road—The gauger walked A Song of the Road 2 2
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