Note 3 — THE MAN-OF-WAR'S MAN.
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The Wells of Weary are now numbered with the things that were. The terminus of the Dalkeith and Edinburgh Railway tunnel, at the eastern end, has swept them away. They were the favourite resort, in the olden time, of the love-sick swains and maidens of the city. Many a soft tale of love was breathed there. It was a wild, sequestered spot—in our recollection like an oasis in a desert, rendered lovely by the neighbouring stillness and desolation.