to the Earl of Morton, who still has them at his residence of Dalmahoy. One of the boatmen was very intelligent. He said that the island in Queen Mary's time covered only two acres; but now, in consequence of some manufactories, the water of the lake had been lowered, and the island covers seven. Passing through the court, I saw some daisies, and I told the boatman I was looking for a pink one; he began to look also, and stooping, said, as he picked it, "wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower;" then presented it to me as courteously as any Douglas could have done. I wish you could have seen E on the walls, around in Queen Mary's room, looking out of the windows, and calling to us; I would like to have had the picture to send you. Dreaming of Queen Mary, whose memory is everywhere recalled in Scotland, we were rowed back to the shore, and took the carriage for Rumbling Bridge, built over the river Devon,―a queer name for such a substantial bridge; but I suppose it came from a small, narrow bridge, without any railing, that we saw underneath the new one. They must have been fearless people, who used so narrow a bridge over such a precipice, and valued their necks but little. Now and then it sprinkled, and it seemed to me that we had been dodging showers all day; so while the others went to see the fall, called “Devil's Mill," and the one named "Cauldron Linn," farther down the ravine, and said to be the finest water-fall in Scotland, I walked around the grounds of Rumbling Bridge Hotel, and the banks of the Devon. I talked with one of the laborers, who had been trimming the shrubbery along the walks, and who, leaning against a tree, was taking his dinner of bread and cheese and ale. He lived at some distance down the glen, and worked in the grounds during the season which brought visitors to the place. A large tent stood near, which had been put up for the accommodation of a party of excursionists from Edinburgh, who were momentarily expected in the train. When the others returned from the falls, we went to the hotel for our lunch. On our way to the station we met crowds of men, women, children, and babies on the bridge, going up to the hotel.

We were told that we would be obliged to take the cars at

half-past two; but when we arrived at the station, we found the cars had gone,-five minutes past two we ought to have been there; and now we had to wait until four o'clock. After strolling around for awhile, we saw a shower coming up, hurried along by a strong wind; it began to sprinkle again; we saw the pleasure-party running for shelter in every direction. The guard at the station advised us to get into the cars for Stirling, as there was only a shed where the future depot is to be; and we had no sooner got seated than the rain came down in torrents. I thought of the poor babies and their mothers. Sitting in the cars for an hour and a half, and looking out at the rain, did not promise to be very amusing; so one took out writing materials, two engaged in a game of cards, another took a nap, while I read.

At four we started, and at Stirling changed cars for Callander. From Stirling we crossed the Forth, and saw the Highland mountains on one side, and the Abbey Craig and Wallace Monument on the other, and soon reached the station for the Bridge of Allan,—

"Sweet stream! that smoothly glides along

Through peaceful vales well known to song."

Six miles from this bridge is Sheriffmuir, where the battle was fought between the Earl of Mar and the royal forces under the Duke of Argyle, in 1715. Burns says of that battle:

"There's some say that they won,

Some say that we won,

Some say that none won at a', man:

But ae thing I'm sure,

That at Sheriffmuir

A battle there was which I saw, man:

And we ran, and they ran,

And they ran, and we ran,

And we ran, and they ran awa', man."

At Dumblane, I thought of "Sweet Jessie;" at Doune, of "Fitz-James;" and where the river Teith has a noble bridge, built in 1535, by a "tailor to the most noble Princess Margaret, the Queen of James IV.," along with this inscription on the

bridge is boldly blazoned a pair of scissors. Above the bridge is the ruin of Doune Castle, Murdoch of Albany's stronghold. Beyond Dumblane we saw the mountains Uam Var and Benvoirlich, and then we passed Cambusmore, where Sir Walter spent many summers in his youth, and soon reached Callander at the foot of Benledi, in the sunshine. Here we found good rooms; very pleasant rooms they seemed, in comparison with those we had in Salutation Hotel, Kinross. After eating well, we slept well, and felt much refreshed this morning.

We went to church this morning, and rested, and wrote letters this afternoon and evening.

COUNTY HOTEL, CARLISLE, ENGLAND, July 12.-Coaches run from Callander to Loch Katrine, but we preferred to have a conveyance of our own, and therefore hired a wagonette. It rained a little on the way; but we were provided for it, and did not get wet or damp, and as the showers added to the beauty of the shadows on the mountain we rather enjoyed it. Our route lay among scenes so beautifully described in the "Lady of the Lake." We rode along the Teith till we came to Coilantogle Ford, "Clan-Alpine's outmost guard." The romance of the scenery has been impaired by the artificial works of the Glasgow Water Company, who had to raise the banks of Loch Vennachar several feet in order to form a reservoir for the supply of the mills on the Teith. This lake is five miles long, and a mile and a half wide. The next thing to attract our especial attention was the "Brigg of Turk," where the "head most horseman rode alone;" Duncraggan's huts, "you will see by the picture, peep, like moss-grown rocks, half-seen, half-hidden, in the copse so green." Soon we wound around the margin of Loch Achray, and entered what is called the Trossachs, where stands a fine, picturesque-looking hotel, at the entrance of the gorge leading to Loch Katrine, about a mile farther. In this gorge Fitz-James lost his "gallant gray."

Loch Katrine, of course, looked lovely in our eyes,-though no "setting sun" was there to make it "one burnished sheet of living gold." We walked around looking for pebbles on the