ries; and was at length given to our King, Charles the Second, aspart of the dowry of his consort Catharine, We did not keep it long;for, owing to the little harmony that subsisted between that Monarchand his Parliament, it was ceded to the Moors in 1684, after we hadblown up all the fortifications, and utterly destroyed theharbour. Since that event, it seems to have been gradually dwindlinginto its present insignificance.
I have before observed, that the situation of Tangiers is well adaptedto the purposes of commerce, being about two miles within the Straitsof Gibraltar (or Hercules); but the ruins of the fortifications andharbour have rendered the anchorage in the bay of Tangiers veryunsafe. This is a great obstacle to trade; very little is carried onthere at present, and that little is by a few Jews, and lately, by aSpanish merchant of the name of Don Pedro.
The town being built on the declivity of that high tract of landcalled Cape Spartel (the Cape Cottes or Ampelusian
d as though thegolden floor of heaven had come to rest upon earth. The path, withits sentinel trees, led straight as a rod to a distant house, longand low, surrounded by a vine-covered veranda. There were strange,sweet smells in the air, which felt soft and warm. The sky wasbrilliantly blue, and on the fence across the road a gorgeous parrotsat preening its feathers in the sunshine.
Mollie looked about her with curious eyes, wondering where she was.Not in England, of that she was sure--there was a different feel inthe air, colours were brighter, scents were stronger, and thatradiant parrot would never perch itself so tranquilly upon anEnglish fence.
Then she saw, coming down the path, a girl of about her own age,dressed in a brown-holland overall trimmed with red braid, high tothe throat, and belted round the waist. She wore no hat, and herhair fell over her shoulders in plump brown curls. By her side paceda large dog, a rough-haired black-and-white collie with sagaciousbrown eyes. He lea
their intercourse only with their own number, prevented any improvement in this matter. On the whole, their conduct in the class, and their behaviour towards some of the professors, were anything but gentlemanly."[2]
[Footnote 1: Marischal College. Mr M'Lean's descriptions refer to King's; but the two colleges, close together, must have been pretty similar in their manners and customs even before they were, as they now are, formally united.]
[Footnote 2: Life in a Northern University. By Neil M'Lean, author of 'Memoirs of Marshal Keith,' 'Romance of the Seal and Whale Fishing,' &c., &c. Glasgow; John S. Marr & Sons: London; Simpkin, Marshall, & Co. 1874.]
Another quotation from Mr M'Lean may be allowed, as embodying the descriptions often given by Dr Burton of the motley crew of competitors for the scholarships and bursaries dispensed by the university: "Gazing round the room, I noted that my competitors consisted of raw-boned red-haired Highlandmen, fresh from their nati
ries; and was at length given to our King, Charles the Second, aspart of the dowry of his consort Catharine, We did not keep it long;for, owing to the little harmony that subsisted between that Monarchand his Parliament, it was ceded to the Moors in 1684, after we hadblown up all the fortifications, and utterly destroyed theharbour. Since that event, it seems to have been gradually dwindlinginto its present insignificance.
I have before observed, that the situation of Tangiers is well adaptedto the purposes of commerce, being about two miles within the Straitsof Gibraltar (or Hercules); but the ruins of the fortifications andharbour have rendered the anchorage in the bay of Tangiers veryunsafe. This is a great obstacle to trade; very little is carried onthere at present, and that little is by a few Jews, and lately, by aSpanish merchant of the name of Don Pedro.
The town being built on the declivity of that high tract of landcalled Cape Spartel (the Cape Cottes or Ampelusian
d as though thegolden floor of heaven had come to rest upon earth. The path, withits sentinel trees, led straight as a rod to a distant house, longand low, surrounded by a vine-covered veranda. There were strange,sweet smells in the air, which felt soft and warm. The sky wasbrilliantly blue, and on the fence across the road a gorgeous parrotsat preening its feathers in the sunshine.
Mollie looked about her with curious eyes, wondering where she was.Not in England, of that she was sure--there was a different feel inthe air, colours were brighter, scents were stronger, and thatradiant parrot would never perch itself so tranquilly upon anEnglish fence.
Then she saw, coming down the path, a girl of about her own age,dressed in a brown-holland overall trimmed with red braid, high tothe throat, and belted round the waist. She wore no hat, and herhair fell over her shoulders in plump brown curls. By her side paceda large dog, a rough-haired black-and-white collie with sagaciousbrown eyes. He lea
their intercourse only with their own number, prevented any improvement in this matter. On the whole, their conduct in the class, and their behaviour towards some of the professors, were anything but gentlemanly."[2]
[Footnote 1: Marischal College. Mr M'Lean's descriptions refer to King's; but the two colleges, close together, must have been pretty similar in their manners and customs even before they were, as they now are, formally united.]
[Footnote 2: Life in a Northern University. By Neil M'Lean, author of 'Memoirs of Marshal Keith,' 'Romance of the Seal and Whale Fishing,' &c., &c. Glasgow; John S. Marr & Sons: London; Simpkin, Marshall, & Co. 1874.]
Another quotation from Mr M'Lean may be allowed, as embodying the descriptions often given by Dr Burton of the motley crew of competitors for the scholarships and bursaries dispensed by the university: "Gazing round the room, I noted that my competitors consisted of raw-boned red-haired Highlandmen, fresh from their nati