Lyndsay

Lyndsay, the last of the Makars, is not behind his fellow-poets in acknowledgment to Chaucer.

This was perched up, however, at such an unreachable height from the ground, that the bed was on a level with Mrs. Lyndsay's chin.

Lyndsay's soul-lighted eyes rested proudly upon it; and a shade of melancholy passed across his brow.

I am not such a Turk as all that, though Mrs. Lyndsay has looked very seriously at me ever since.