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what is called Strawberry Bank. Here the road runs past the foot of a high precipice, along which, for about two miles, strawberry vines are closely planted; while on the other side of the road flows, in quiet and romantic beauty, the river Liffey. The long bank is divided off into little lots of about half an acre, and a thatched cottage placed on each. These cottagers hire the patches of ground, and, when the berries are ripe, carry them to the Dublin market. The banks, as they lie beautifully to the sun, when the vines are well trained, yield plentifully.

Trinity College is a fine building. In the Museum connected with it is an Irish harp of very ancient date, having been made in the fourteenth century; also the drinking horn of King O'Kavannagh, of the county of Carlow, which is some centuries older. Inscribed on the latter, in ancient Irish, is “Teddy O'Rafferty, made for the glory of God."

Though in many respects an elegant city, it is painful to see the amount of beggary and wretchedness on every hand, especially in the neighborhood of the quays. Here the poor and the needy crowd in great numbers, with the intention of get

ting to Liverpool, to which port they are carried by the steamers for an English shilling...

My visit to Dublin was very short, for as business required my presence in Scotland, I took a steamer that evening for Glasgow.

In coming up the Clyde, we passed Dumbarton Castle, one of the strongholds of Scotland. It is kept in good repair, and has a constant garrison of soldiers. The rock on which it is built is a very singular one, and rises abruptly from the edge of the water to a great height. It is one of the four castles in Scotland which, according to the articles of union with England, are to be kept constantly in a state of defence.

From Glasgow I took the railway to Stirling. Just before coming into Stirling, the road passes the field of Bannockburn, the Waterloo of Scotland. But little remains to mark the spot where thirty thousand Scots defeated and drove from the field one hundred thousand English. Sheep now nibble the grass from a soil that was enriched by human gore; and the agriculturist pursues his peaceful progress where one of the greatest battles of antiquity was fought. At the close of the engagement, the English had lost more men than

the whole of the Scottish army when the contest began. A stone, with a hole in it, is still pointed out, in which, according to tradition, the standard of King Robert the Bruce was planted. It is now protected, or at least the remaining fragments of it, from the depredations of pilgrims, by an iron grating.

Passing through Stirling, which, from the lateness of the hour, I had no time to examine, though its noble old castle, known as the key of the north, associated with the history of Scotland for many centuries, and the birth-place and residence of many of her kings, was conspicuous, from the lofty eminence on which it stands, I came to Callander. This is a romantic Highland village, lying at the foot of gigantic Benledi, while through it flows the beautiful little river Teith. On the banks of this river is the remains of a Roman encampment, which consists of an embankment, in the crescent form, of about twenty feet in height, with two openings as entrances. Here I remained over Sabbath, and attending the Free Church, I heard the Rev. Mr. McLane. It was a pretty sight to see the Highland peasantry, clad in their decent though plain Sabbath apparel, flocking over the

hills and up the dells to God's house, many of them coming six or eight miles to hear the gospel. The cattle, too, had rest, for rich and poor, old and young, male and female, all came on foot— not a carriage or conveyance of any kind approached that sanctuary. The edifice is low-roofed and very plain, but adapted for holding a large number, and it was well filled. The sermon was earnest and impressive. In the afternoon, Mr. McLane preached in Gaelic; but as this was to me an unknown tongue, and thinking that it would therefore be unprofitable, I did not attend. This village is surrounded on every side by hills, and the whole appearance of the country is wild in the extreme. Most of the inhabitants talk Gae

lic, though, being near the Lowlands, they have

at school acquired English.

Not a few of the

more ignorant are still believers in the Highland doctrine of second sight, apparitions, &c.

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The Trasachs.

'Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced
The northern realm of ancient Caledon,
Where the proud queen of wilderness hath placed
By lake and cataract her lovely throne;
Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known,

Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high,

Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown,
Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry,

And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky."

On Monday morning I left Callander about nine o'clock, for the Trosachs and Loch Katrine, the scene of the "Lady of the Lake." We first passed Coilantogle Ford, to which Roderick Dhu promised to conduct Fitz James in safety.

"Then rest thee here till dawn of day,

Myself will guide thee on the way

O'er stock and stone, o'er notch and ward,
Till past Clan Alpine's utmost guard,
As far as Coilantogle's ford."

We drove through a small plaintain, and came in an instant on Loch Vennaher, one of the clearest and purest of the Scottish lakes. After riding along its banks for a short distance, it seemed to

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