Autumnal Rambles Among the Scottish Mountains - Or Pedestrian Tourist's Friend #222532

Many years ago, a celebrated and expert female phrenologist came to exercise -her calling in Dum fries. Being somewhat sceptical as to the science, I rather furtively repaired to her dwelling, that I might test its pretensions in my own case. She soon commenced a carefiil manipulation of my cranium, and certainly made some wonderful hits. At length, however, she pronounced me very M. W. You are out at last, Mrs said I, for that is by no means the case. My station in life is not generally reckoned a high one, and I never had the least desire to rise above it. I would not change places with the Archbishop of Canter bury. At first she seemed rather taken aback? But, as phrenologists have many resources, she asked, among other things, which it is unnecessary here to particularise, if I was not fond of hills, and never satisfied till I reached their tops These remarks certamly confounded me not a little, and I asked if she did not know who I was She assured me she had not the least suspicion, and I am certain she spoke the truth.