IIL-COMMON LANDS FOR PASTURAGE.

The common lands were never specially assigned to any persons until the Town Council granted bookings, as commissioners of the abbots, the lords of erection, or the Crown, similar to the burgage holdings of royal burghs. These lands were named, the Eist Over Common, on the east side of Lady Lone to the lands of Causeyside. West Over Common, on the west of Lady Lone to the bottom of the Ward. The Bottom of the Ward, to the west boundary of the burgh. Commonhill, on the south side of Canal Street. Under the Wood, on the south side of Greenhill road. Fynness Bog, on the west side of Lonewells Street. The Long

Lyes to the north of Castelheide, and now forms and Short Ruids of Greenhill. The Sneddon dyke. part of Castlehead grounds.

Johannis Quarrior.

GRAVESLAND

Lyes to the north of Gallowhill, bounded by the
Long Gait on the north, the Stobbis of Rycardisbar
on the west, and Quharrel hill on the east. It is
now included in Castlehead lands.
Johannis Quhitfurde.

The 24 akers from Saint James Street to the Bulfauld, on the west side of Inchinnan road, and the Long and Short Ruids of Nethercommon.

The only piece of ground in the Burgh of Paisley that is neither described as Burgal, Outfield, or

Common land, is the

OXSCHAW, on which the Romans constructed a Pretorium upwards of 1400 years ago.

VALEDICTORY ADDRESS.

It is always with delicate emotion and tender feeling that the parting word is uttered. The phrase "Farewell" is one that falls back with dreary echo on the human heart. It speaks of change and mutability -of associations that might once be strong-of bonds that once were closely knit in terms of friendly intercourse-now snapped, probably henceforth, forever. It is with disordered thought, and heartfelt emotion, that we view the receding sail of that ship, upon the ocean, which

contains some dear and valued friend, with whom, but a few hours before, we exchanged the last mortal words of friendship. It is with saddest recollection that we look on those spots, when we leave them forever, that are consecrated in our hearts by the associations of birth and education. That word "Farewell" is a cold and a cheerless word: it passes over the human heart like the doom of death: it has no joy in its tone: there are no associations of pleasure in its sound: it is not fitted for gay and festive halls. As soon might the spectre of the grave visit the scenes of mirth, as the word "Farewell" be uttered, with all its truthful meaning, to the happy hearts that move among them in festal gladness.

There are other associations besides those of friendship, the breaking up of which is often felt with chilling and keen effect-such as the tie of the pastor to his people, the teacher to his pupils. So there are feelings and sensations that we must now experience in dissolving that connection which has subsisted for the last twelve months between our friends and readers. We have from month to month addressed them from our closet. We have striven to do so for their instruction, and for their benefit. Amusement has not been our aim in doing so, if incompatible with those principles which we believe to be indispensable to the wellbeing of society. It has been our aim, as we stated at the outset of our enterprise, to add to the store of popular knowledge, and to direct our efforts toward the production of a healthy state of moral feeling. In doing so, we have endeavoured with all faithfulness to record no line upon our pages, "which, dying, we could wish to blot." We are aware of many imperfections in our endeavours, many of them occurring from the nature of our avocation, apart from our connection with this Magazine. For one and all of these we owe perhaps some apology; and we ask the leniency of public criticism.

In saying "Farewell," many may exclaim-"Why leave us? why

give up the organ of our Renfrewshire literature?" We answer-We

have fulfilled our pledge: we have redeemed our promise: we have failed in nought but in making a fortune by the speculation: and we trust that Renfrewshire has been none the worse for our exertions; indeed, we trust that it is somewhat the better of them.. We trust that we have embalmed not a few thoughts that might have strayed into forgetfulness, and which are highly worth preserving; and we trust also that the fruit of our exertions and suggestions may, like "bread cast upon the waters," be shown for good "many days hence." We have, at the least, added another volume to the literature of Renfrewshire. We hope that it may be acknowledged-nay, we are proud that it has been acknowledged to be not unworthy of any of its predecessors. It was a bold speculation, some may say and did say to enter on the field, on an enterprise which the genius of a Motherwell, a Kennedy, a Hay, and others, whose names are worthy of their country, could not redeem from failure. It is well to test the spirits of every age; and, knowing that the progress of eighteen years had wrought great changes in many respects, we resolved on trying the experiment. It has succeeded so far beyond our expectations, that we have more than doubled the issue of the former Paisley Magazine. If it has not succeeded in yielding a suitable return,

it has not been from that cause. We have therefore applied the test; and these pages suffice to show that intellect is not uncultivated in Renfrewshire, and that the pursuits of literature are not neglected. In the elucidation of these facts alone, we find a rich reward; and the more so when the organs of the metropolitan and provincial press have, with scarcely a single exception, spoken of the Renfrewshire Magazine in terms of highest commendation.

We have said we have redeemed our promise, but perhaps we have done something more. Though the Renfrewshire Magazine, after this date, no more exists in name, we rejoice to state that it still lives-we trust, to flourish and increase-under the title of "THE SCOTSMAN'S MAGAZINE." Arrangements have been made and completed, by which, under a new management, and the above title, retaining all its former features, and most, if not all of its former contributors, the Magazine shall be continued and published in the city of Glasgow. We trust that that seed which has been sown in our own county, the sapling from which is now transplanted into a wider field, may rise up, under careful nourishment, to be a great "stout old oak" of our national literature. We ask for it the continued support of our friends and readers.

We have to return our grateful acknowledgments to all our friends, particularly to our contributors. We do so for ourselves individually, as well as for the public, who owe them, with us, a debt of gratitude. It is their only reward. In our editorial capacity, we have made many friendships, which have cheered our labours; and although many of these individuals we have not looked in the face, still we are, and have been, solaced in our perplexing duties, by gathering around us the sympathies and the regards of not a few of the "choice spirits of the age." Whilst we take leave of our editorial duties with a kind farewell, to these we cannot give more than a hopeful adieu au revoir.

To rejected contributors, we would say that we have acted towards them in a kind and impartial spirit, sometimes forbearing to print their lucubrations for the sake of their own reputation, as well as for the sake of our own and our readers' taste. If any should have taken offence at such an exercise of our judgment as appeared to us right and proper, we can assure them, in the common language of apology, that we meant none. Intimate friends, as well as the obscurest strangers to our knowledge, have received the same law at our hands; and in deciding upon either, we have done our duty. Many communications remain on hand: these will be handed over to the editor of " THE SCOTSMAN'S MAGAZINE," for disposal. We have once more to offer our respects to the public, and claim for our successors a continuance of their favour and patronage, and conclude in the words and spirit of the modern bard of chivalry: