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SCOTLAND AND THE SCOTCH. 
 
SCOTLAND AND THE SCOTCH 
 
 OR, 
 
 2Cf)e WituUvn (tivtuiU 
 
 By CATHERINE SINCLAIR, 
 
 Author of ''Modern Accomplishments," "Modern Society,"' "Hill and Val- 
 ley," "Cliarlie Seymour," "Holiday House," &c. &c. 
 
 Brave world, that has such people in it ! 
 
 Shakspeare. 
 
 DEDICATED TO THE HIGHLAND SOCIETV. 
 
 N E \V . Y O R K : 
 
 D. AP PL ETON & CO., 200 BROADWAY. 
 
 184^0. 
 

 UNIVERSITY PRESS. 
 JOHN F. TROW, PRINTER, 114 NASSAU STREET. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 Studious we toil, correct, amend, retouch, 
 Take much away, yet mostly leave too much. 
 
 It may probably be considered a some- 
 what presumptuous hope for the author 
 to imagine she might add any interest to 
 what is already familiarly known respect- 
 ing past and present times in Scotland ; 
 and certainly if the many who could suc- 
 ceed in this attempt better, had under- 
 taken the pleasing task at all, she might 
 hav^e entirely refrained from adding her 
 mite to the general fund of entertainment 
 on those interesting topics. The mine is 
 abundant, and requires only to be worked, 
 but strangers about to explore the north- 
 ern regions, vainly inquire for any recent 
 work, to act as a clue in conducting them 
 through the labyrinth of our Highland 
 hills and glens, affording the general in- 
 
 « C3 y.) U k 
 
VI PREFACE. 
 
 formation, and local anecdotes, which add 
 life and animation to that beautiful scene- 
 ry. While the press abounds with inter- 
 esting pages, describing the present state 
 of the Pawnees, Zoolus, Red Indians, 
 Thugs, London pick-pockets, New Zeal- 
 anders, and other barbarians, hardly one 
 stray journal has ventured forth, these 
 many years, respecting the almost un- 
 known tribes of Caledonia. 
 
 An excursion in Scotland wants the 
 novelty and adventure of savage life ; 
 neither can it boast of anything to com- 
 pare with the gorgeous paraphernalia of 
 a continental tour. The traveller must 
 here dispense with carnivals, operas, cath- 
 edrals, restaurateurs, brigands, improvisa- 
 tori, arch-dukes, and ex-kings; nor can he 
 fall into raptures about the Venus de 
 Medici, or the climate, but to compensate 
 for these lamentable deficiencies, we 
 have in the Highlands old traditions, 
 second sight, bagpipes, witchcraft, clans, 
 tartan, whiskey, heather, muir-fowl, red- 
 deer, and Jacobites! 
 
PREFACE. Vll 
 
 Should a single travelling carriage al- 
 ter its course this year from Calais to the 
 north, and trace out any part of this tour 
 as it is described, with half the pleasure 
 such an excursion is capable of exciting, 
 the highest ambition of this volume would 
 be attained, and the information afforded 
 along the road will at least be found ac- 
 curate. The author's chief perplexity 
 has arisen from being too intimately ac- 
 quainted with the country, as she finds 
 great difficulty in compressing this work 
 within portable compass, and she has also 
 been deeply solicitous, not in a single in- 
 stance to infringe the sacred privacy of 
 society, nor the confidence of domestic 
 life ; therefore her pages resemble the 
 catalogue of a picture exhibition — where 
 landscapes only appear, they are describ- 
 ed at full length, and historical scenes are 
 drawn without disguise, but when an in- 
 dividual is accidentally introduced, he al- 
 ways preserves a strict incognito, being 
 mentioned as the '' Portrait of a gentle- 
 man," or ''Likeness of an officer in uni- 
 
VIU PREFACE. 
 
 form," or " Sketch of a chieftain in High- 
 land costume." 
 
 The author wishes the pen may fall 
 from her hand, before she writes a page 
 not devoted to sound religion and strict 
 propriety, or which can injure either the 
 dead or the living. She believes, how^ever, 
 it must be conceded by every candid read- 
 er, that while occupying her own leisure, 
 and endeavouring to beguile that of oth- 
 ers, in sketching these recollections of 
 Scotland's present beauty, and of Scot- 
 land's former greatness, she has recorded 
 
 " Not one line that, dying, I would wish to blot." 
 
SCOTLAND AND THE SCOTCH. 
 
 ROTHESAY. 
 
 TO A SCOTCH COUSIN. 
 
 Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid, 
 And parting Summer's lingering blooms delay'd. 
 
 Goldsmith. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — It is said that, in most 
 English schools, the pupils are obliged, during 
 dinner, to devour a large portion of pudding, 
 mere heavy, tasteless dough, before being per- 
 mitted to partake of more palatable food; and 
 on a somewhat similar plan, of beginning by a 
 surfeit, it appears to me, that travellers generally 
 treat their readers v^ith dull tedious apologies 
 for writing at all, followed by a wearisome voyage, 
 in which all the loathsome sufferings of sea-sickness 
 are elaborately described. We used to wish formerly 
 that a Professor of Good Advice could be appointed 
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10 ROTHESAY. 
 
 at the university, and I hope one of the fii^t hints in 
 his lectures will be, to make as short a preamble as 
 possible, before endeavouring to amuse those who are 
 amuseable, and to please those who are obligingly 
 disposed to be pleased ; therefore, in accordance 
 ^vith his supposed recommendation, I hereby omit the 
 six pages of dreary dulness with which my letter 
 ought to commence. 
 
 The world is shrinking into a mere nut-shell now, 
 since places that seemed formerly at the world's end, 
 are of late become attainable in a few hours. Ameri- 
 ca only twelve days off! London so near, that the 
 sealing-wax on oui' letters from thence has scarcely 
 time to cool before we get them ; and even the beau- 
 tiful island of Bute, which we reckoned once upon a 
 time as far off as Malta is now, appears to have float- 
 ed so much nearer to the metropolis, that in one single 
 day we have made a flight from Edinburgh to Rothe- 
 say. Wliether in a balloon or otherwise it matters 
 not, we found ourselves safely landed on this charm- 
 ing spot, the Montpellier of Scotland, where con- 
 sumptive patients, unable to endure any other air, 
 find it possible to breathe with comfort, and where 
 we felt the soft, balmy western breeze coming to 
 meet us from the mouth of Rothesay bay. I really 
 grudged that it should be wasted on us, when so 
 many lingering invalids are longing for its almost 
 magical influence on their wasted lungs. I shall 
 
ROTHESAY. 11 
 
 never forget the fervour with wliich a sick young 
 friend of my own once exclaimed, when suffering 
 severely from the high, sharp, arrow-like winds of 
 Edinburgh, " Oh ! what would I not give for one 
 single gasp of Rothesay air !" Brummel used to say 
 he was ashamed of the weather in London, but here 
 I am really proud of it, as you will begin to suspect, 
 if I write about nothing else. 
 
 Rothesay bay is studded round wdth villas, of 
 which there are not fewer than forty on the east end, 
 looking like a one-sided street, its ranks are so regu- 
 lar, while to the west they fall into disorder, some 
 houses being mounted high up the hill, keeping a 
 look-out across the water, and apparently determined 
 not to be overlooked in the world, while others lie 
 snuo; and low on the beach. The architecture is in 
 different styles of ugliness, but all as frightful as stone 
 and lime can make them ; luckily, however, for 
 their inhabitants, it is the inside of a house, and not 
 the outside, on which comfort depends, consequently 
 invahds must forget Rickman or Hunt on picturesque 
 cottages, and be satisfied to recover under steep- 
 slated roofs and chimneys, with no other ornament 
 than a column of smoke. 
 
 In this little marine city, which is like Venus ris- 
 ing out of the sea, nothing surprised me more than to 
 find neither baths nor bathing-machines ! Rothesay 
 has no right to call itself a sea-bathing quarter ! 
 
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 Never was salt water so thrown away on any place ! 
 The little crisp, clear, crystal waves curl up on the 
 beach most invitingly, sparkling and dancing in the 
 sun, but when you ask, " Where are the machines ?" 
 echo answers, " Where ?' No facility is afforded 
 for enjoying what the Americans call " this privilege 
 of water," either hot or cold, and the shore all 
 round the bay seems as public as the Serpentine in 
 London ; therefore the inhabitants must dip into the 
 ocean as you dip into a novel, merely giving it a 
 " supercihous glance." One very enterprising talk- 
 er has talked for some years of trying, as a specula- 
 tion, to establish baths here, on a scale worthy of 
 Constantinople or Cheltenham, but his good inten- 
 tions have ebbed and flowed so long, that I fear the 
 sea will cease to be salt before he finally makes up 
 his mind. 
 
 You could not easily find a pleasanter inn than 
 this, which is exceedingly well kept by a Devon- 
 shire landlady, Mrs. M'Corkindale, who finds the 
 chmate so like that of her native land, she may not 
 probably have yet discovered the change of lati- 
 tude. From her windows, however, we have a 
 scene not to be matched among the flat, smooth, 
 well-rolled surface of a more southern landscape. 
 The deep, intensely blue ocean is here framed in a 
 circle of noble, solemn looking mountains, among 
 which you would admire that curious museum of 
 
ROTHESAY. 13 
 
 hills with rough ragged tops, jocularly named " Ar- 
 gyle's bowling green ;" and far off on the opposite 
 coast stands the ruined old castle of Toward, which 
 once had the honour of Queen Mary's company at 
 dinner ; and also conspicuously placed, is its lineal 
 descendant, that handsome new mansion, looking 
 like the king of all the villas, recently built by Mr. 
 Kirkman Finlay, a stately, well-grown edifice, sur- 
 rounded by a young colony of trees, tastefully 
 sprinkled all over the pleasm-e grounds, which look 
 so low and insignificant, that the place might be 
 very appropriately called " Bushy Park." A large 
 church has been erected near, but I observed no vil- 
 lage likely to furnish an adequate congregation, 
 though certainly it is beyond all ordinary calculation, 
 the distance from which Highlanders will assem- 
 ble in the house of prayer, and thankfully give as 
 much labour to reap the bread of life on Sunday, as 
 to earn their daily food during the week. 
 
 This evening we strolled out to see the small re- 
 mains of Rothesay Castle, an ugly old thing, but 
 respectably clothed with ivy ; and it has a few in- 
 teresting adventures to relate of former days, though 
 none now remember its early grandeur, or mourn 
 over its decay. These desolate and deserted walls, 
 amidst the storms and trials of the world, were buf- 
 feted once by tempests, enlivened by sunshine, 
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14 ROTHESAY. 
 
 clouded by sorrow, and echoing with laughter, but 
 its tenants are all vanished, — 
 
 '■' the guid, the great, 
 And naething now remains, 
 But ruin sittin' on thy wa's, 
 
 And crumblin' down the stanes." 
 
 Here Robert the Third died of a broken heart, 
 on account of his son, James the First, having been 
 captured. Here Oliver Cromwell's troops came like 
 a devastating flood upon the country, sweeping 
 away all they could take or destroy — here the Earl 
 of Argyle's brother, in 1685, set fire to the castle, 
 burning all that could be burned within it — and here 
 an ash tree, recently contrived to grow on the sum- 
 mit of a stone arch, till the trunk attained to a cir- 
 cumference of nine feet, when it fell to the ground, 
 and after so long setting an example of frugality in 
 living without nourishment, it became a means of 
 over-feeding others, having been cut into a dining- 
 table for George the Fourth. 
 
 Within the Castle we admired a fine old thorn, 
 six feet in circumference, and forty-five feet high, 
 which fell prostrate on the ground last November, 
 but still puts out a mass of leaves, as if the roots 
 yet had nourishment from the ground instead of the 
 empty air in which they are up-raised, preserving its 
 fohage *' green and fresh without, but worn and 
 
ROTHESAY. 15 
 
 bare within." Though no one usually likes to have 
 a thorn in his side, this old fortress looks much the 
 better of its gay leaves and blossoms. During sum- 
 mer, divine service is occasionally performed mthin 
 those roofless walls, where a numerous congrega- 
 tion assembles. The dissenters must be rapidly in- 
 creasing at Rothesay, as their chapel was lately sold 
 to the Episcopalians, after which they erected an- 
 other three times as large. It is curious to observe, 
 how precisely the architecture of churches may be 
 considered characteristic of their doctrines and mode 
 of worship — the Roman Catholic edifices being gen- 
 erally all ornament and frippery, the established 
 churches of England and Scotland less adorned, and 
 the dissenters' chapels are every where like large 
 chests, with a flat lid on the top. 
 
 Our cicerone through these ruins was no less a 
 personage than the jailer of Rothesay, not at all 
 resembling the romantic beau-ideal of sternness and 
 severity usually ascribed in fiction to those important 
 officials, but more like the philanthropist Howard 
 himself. He led us with much professional zeal, to 
 inspect the remnant of a dark dungeon, formerly 
 used for confining criminals, measuring only ten feet 
 by fifteen, a dismal hole, with only an aperture above, 
 not the semblance of a window, and containing a 
 crevice in the roof, which served as a door, but was 
 so narrow, that captives must all have been starved 
 
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 for some time, till they were thin enough to get in, 
 and afterwards kept on spare diet if they were ever 
 intended to come forth again. Here our friend the 
 jailer expatiated very fully on the superior advan- 
 tages enjoyed under his jurisdiction ; and, certainly, 
 that necessary evil, the county jail, which we saw, 
 looks like Cardiff Castle, or any other nobleman's 
 residence. No wonder that, when his guests have 
 once conquered their natural horror of disgrace, they 
 frequently return to the jailer's careful guardianship, 
 w^here those poor creatures, who knew not formerly 
 where to gain a dinner, are here at once transported 
 into a comfortable hotel, where they meet with kind 
 treatment, fires in every room, excellent sleeping 
 accommodation, regular hours, plenty of food, and 
 nothing to pay. Some of the old women consider 
 it a perfect home, and would feel more alarmed at 
 the threat of being turned out, than of being shut in. 
 Next morning Ave had an anxious debate 
 whether to hasten westward, or to remain for 
 a peep at Mount Stewart ; but, after hearing 
 counsel on both sides, the weather decided the ques- 
 tion, by looking hopelessly gloomy ; therefore it 
 seemed more suitable for land than for water. Re- 
 solved, That, not being obliged to go 1000 miles in 
 1000 hours, we could spare time to see Lord Bute's 
 charming residence on this island, which is quite a 
 celebrated beauty, and having ascertained from our 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 17 
 
 host that the distance was only four miles, an inn- 
 keeper's mile being always shorter than any other 
 pereon's, we settled, after a truly Scotch breakfast 
 of fish, flesh, and fowl, to walk the w^hole w^ay. 
 
 It was a morning quite on purpose for the enter- 
 prise, with neither dust nor sunshine to render it fa- 
 tiguing; and, after crossing a short succession of 
 hills, in some parts as bare and brow^n as roasted 
 chestnuts, we were agreeably surprised to see the 
 gate close to the sea-beach, and flanked by a very 
 pretty, prosperous looking \dllage, tastefully festoon- 
 ed in all directions with fishing-nets, and with 
 graceful lines of salted haddocks and whitings bask- 
 ing in the sun. 
 
 When advancing up the long and beautiful ap- 
 proach to Mount Stewart, w^here the trees w^ere 
 neither few nor far betw^een, and their branches 
 
 tossing in the air like the arms of Mr. when 
 
 he makes a speech, nothing in Australia could have 
 looked more solitary. Not a mouse w^as stirring, 
 nor a living creature visible, to disturb the deep si- 
 lence around ; but, for natm^al beauty, it was impos- 
 sible sufficiently to admire the prodigious arbutusses 
 and laurels, the superb evergreen oaks, the long 
 straight colonades of trees, the sparkling sea, the 
 green isles of Cumbra, and the bold wooded shores 
 of Ayrshire, twelve miles distant. From thence the 
 church bells at Largs are distinctly heard chiming 
 
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 on Sunday, in pleasing unison ^vith the loud dash of 
 the ocean, while the wind blows a sort of trumpet 
 accompaniment through the waving forests; and 
 this, with the warbling of some hundred birds, must 
 make a charming natural orchestra, which might 
 find a ready echo in every heart. 
 
 We leisurely circumnavigated the house of 
 Mount Stewart, which is ostensibly protected by a 
 park of artillery, ten real live cannons, ready for 
 duty, bristling along the front ; but, in spite of this 
 formidable defence, I shall venture to hint, that the 
 external aspect is very like that of a dilapidated bar- 
 rack, greatly requiring a few touches of the trowel 
 from some skilful architect, to metamorphose the 
 very plain front into a more tasteful exterior. The 
 only ornaments of this edifice appeared on the lead- 
 en water-pipes, which are each decorated with eight 
 coronets, reminding us of the gouty old peer in 
 " Marriage a la Mode," who put a coronet on his 
 crutch. 
 
 The entrance-hall at Mount Stew^art is con- 
 verted into a dining-room, and the door into a glass 
 window, over the outside of which is carved, in stone 
 characters, this inscription, written by Prince Charles 
 w^hen in concealement on the island of Bute : 
 
 *' Henceforth this Isle to the afflicted be 
 A place of refuge, as it was to me ; 
 The promises of blooming spring live here, 
 And all the blessings of the ripening year." 
 
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 How much these hnes might have gained in interest, 
 if the royal fugitive had only added any allusion to 
 his being a Christian ! In the Swiss and German 
 cottages, a text or a sentiment is very frequently en- 
 graved over the entrance, intimating the faith of 
 their inmates 3 and it was a good old custom in our 
 own country, thus to signify the belief and hope 
 reigning within their w^alls, a magnificent specimen 
 of which may be seen at Temple New^some in York- 
 shire, W'here a battlement surrounds the lofty roof, 
 composed of capital letters, more than two feet long, 
 stancUng up in full relief against the sky. I w^alked 
 round the towering w^alls to decipher this code of 
 moral and religious duty, which has stood so many 
 centuries, reminding the noble proprietors of that 
 holy religion in which their fathers lived and died : 
 " All Glory and Praise Be Given To God the 
 Father, The Son and Holy Ghost, on High. 
 Peace upon Earth. Good Will Towards Men. 
 Honour and True Allegiance to our Gracious 
 King. Loving Affections amongst His Subjects. 
 Health and Plenty Within This House." 
 
 Near the door at Mount Stewart, a good- 
 humoured watch-dog issued from its kennel, on the 
 preventive service, but, except his rattling chain, 
 there was nothing^ formidable about him. It was 
 otherw^ise in respect to a large bird, ten times more 
 ferocious, which strutted at large before the windows. 
 
20 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 magnificently dressed in black plumage and a red 
 bill. This American pheasant made a formidable 
 assault upon some visiters lately ; but, heedless of 
 danger, we courageously rang the bell and inquired 
 if the pictures were at home, which most fortunately 
 they Avere, and we obtained an immediate introduc- 
 tion to an interesting series of family portraits, stand- 
 ing in regular rotation, from the grim, grisly knights 
 of ancient days, to the sleek smiling courtiers of 
 more recent years. 
 
 Nothing in the way of sight-seeing interests me 
 half so much, as to go Paul-Prying among the very 
 rooms that have been inhabited by celebrated per- 
 sons, and to see their almost living representations, 
 which they sat for themselves, and approved of, 
 each beholding as in a glass the reflection of his own 
 features, which now seemed to gaze upon us from the 
 walls like silent ghosts of the departed, exhibiting 
 the very dress and attitude in which they formerly 
 sat on those chairs where we sat, or gazed on the 
 surrounding landscape w^hich we were admiring. 
 This is history and romance embodied at once before 
 our eyes, and fills the mind with more of thought 
 and reflection than even imaginary or allegorical 
 painting, which is the poetry of that noble art, and' 
 affords pleasure of a totally different kind, peculiarly 
 to be enjoyed when it raises elevated or devotional 
 feelings, such as the paintings of Raphael, who con- 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 21 
 
 secrated his pencil successfully to sacred objects, de- 
 claring, that as he had not been born with the elo- 
 quence of writing or speaking, he would " paint to 
 the glory of God." 
 
 We now stood in a fine cheerful room, completely 
 panelled round with the full-length portraits of cele- 
 brated personages, each of whom had his eyes sol- 
 emnly fixed upon us, as if he were asking what we 
 thought of his appearance and character. As we 
 sauntered along the apartments, every individual had 
 some story or anecdote connected with his name, 
 which had already made me have a sort of imaginary 
 sketch of him in my mind's-eye. The Duchess of 
 Lauderdale appeared first, looking as disagreeable and 
 unamiable as she really was; and that scourge of 
 Scotland, her husband, was, to use a favomite expres- 
 sion of young ladies in the present day, " a perfect hor- 
 ror !" A curious proof of their pride may be seen at 
 their splendid residence. Ham House, where the long 
 receiving-room has a raised enclosure at the farthest 
 end, calculated only to hold state chairs for their Gra- 
 ces. The grasping and ambitious Duchess had a 
 blemished reputation, and was even suspected of 
 having acquired her widow's w^eeds by the revolting 
 crime of poisoning the Duke, to whom, before mar- 
 riage, she had been only too partial. I have been 
 told that a gossiping chronicler of that period insinu- 
 ates as much, saying, " age and discontent wxre the 
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 chief ingredients of his Grace's death, if the Duchess 
 and her physician were free from it ; she had got all 
 from him she could expect, and was glad to be quit 
 of him." The fashion, of late so universal in India, 
 of a widow bui-ning herself with the body of her hus- 
 band, was first introduced by the men, because in any 
 matrimonial fracas, the ladies were so apt to divorce 
 themselves, by putting a summary period to the ex- 
 istence of their better half. What affectionate soli- 
 citude married people would feel for each other, if 
 we established the law mentioned by Sinbad the 
 Sailor, that even death itself was not to separate a 
 happy or unhappy couple, but they were invariably 
 to be bm-ied together. 
 
 The Prime Minister, Lord Bute, appeared next, 
 so like George the Third, that they might have per- 
 sonated each other. He was a patriotic benefactor 
 to Scotland, and among many other improvements, 
 estabhshed the Botanical Garden in Edinburgh, and 
 wrote, after his retirement from office, a work on 
 British plants, in nine quarto volumes, of which he 
 allowed only sixteen copies to be printed, though the 
 copper-plates cost .£1000. Those book-mongers 
 who estimate works by their scarcity, would be fran- 
 tic to obtain one of these rare editions, which should 
 be paid for with nothing more common than a Queen 
 Anne's farthing, or the shilling in Queen Elizabeth's 
 time, of which only one was ever allowed to be 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 23 
 
 issued, because the stamp too faithfully represented 
 her Majesty's wrinkles. The Prime Minister's son 
 was so handsome and so silent, that when sent as 
 Ambassador to Spain, an ill-natured wit of the day 
 said he would do admirably at a court where there 
 was little to say and nothing to do. 
 
 We admired much Henrietta, Duchess of Orleans, 
 the beautiful daughter of Charles the First, a grand 
 majestic looking personage, with fine commanding 
 features, who shared the fatal destiny of her unfortu- 
 nate family, few or none of whom died in a regular 
 way, but were all huiTied out of the world by some 
 cruel treachery or mischance. She was suspected 
 to have been poisoned by her own husband in a fit 
 of jealousy, but as the accusation was not entirely 
 proved, a verdict might then have been given, like 
 that of the Irish jury in a more recent case, " Not 
 guilty, — ^but he had better not do it again." 
 
 In the dining-room at Mount Stewart hangs a 
 portrait of Rubens, painted by himself, but artists on 
 such occasions have it all their own way, and gen- 
 erally make themselves each a perfect Adonis on 
 canvass, perhaps what they wish to be, rather than 
 what they are. We also saw a portrait, the perpe- 
 trator of which w^as certainly not given to flatter)^', 
 exhibiting the countenance of Lady Jane Douglas, 
 so well known to the Court of Session. She is 
 dressed in a magnificent riding-habit of blue and 
 
24 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 gold, like an admiral's uniform, which would have 
 astonished a Stultz, and electrified the tournament 
 itself! The great law-suit of which Lady Jane was 
 at all events the mother, had a curious effect on the 
 society of Lanarkshire, where the two families of 
 Hamilton and Douglas became naturally at enmity, 
 and in the public meetings, each party stood at 
 opposite ends of the room, surrounded by their re- 
 spective friends, and watching with jealousy the 
 least suspicion of attention to their adversaries. 
 
 We were much entertained with a droll animated 
 picture of the great Lord Bute's three eldest daugh- 
 ters, all pretty, playing at romps in a garden, and 
 equipped for the occasion in rich satin dresses, lace 
 aprons, sleeves a la Carsan, and bodies to their 
 frocks, apparently tighter than any stays. This has 
 narrowly escaped being a good picture, and was the 
 more interesting, as all these three Graces made 
 very illustrious marriages. One became Countess 
 of Percy, who, after fifteen years' unhappiness, had 
 her marriage annulled ; another Countess of Lons- 
 dale, and the third Countess of Macartney, wife of 
 the Ambassador to China. Not one of these three 
 sisters had children. 
 
 The second lady's husband succeeded a distant 
 cousin, and got the estate without the title, but hav- 
 ing the command of several votes in the House of 
 Commons, applied to " the elder Pliny, Lord Chat- 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 25 
 
 ham," that the family honours might be contimi- 
 ed to himself, and, on being refused, merely an- 
 swered in a threatening tone, " We are seven." 
 This argument produced the desired effect at that 
 time, and in the present day it would have got him 
 a dukedom. 
 
 We were perfectly captivated by Kneller's por- 
 trait of the beautiful, witty, but cold-hearted and un- 
 amiable Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. It is love- 
 liness personified, with an earnest, intense expres- 
 sion of countenance like life itself No wonder 
 that Pope lost his wits, great as they w^ere, at the 
 sight of that countenance, animated with humour, 
 intellect, grace, and vivacity, w^hen the mere lifeless 
 representation is so beyond a poet's dream. Her 
 hair is unpowdered, and so carelessly dressed, she 
 seems to have passed her fingers through it only a 
 minute before. No ornament disfigures her simple 
 attire of rich white satin, and she carries in her hand 
 a book with golden clasps, very hke a Bible, though 
 the probability is rather against its having been one, 
 unless merely carried for effect, like those you have 
 seen used by ladies of fashion in London, set wath 
 clasps of turquoises and gold, as ornamental appen- 
 dages to a dressing table, 
 
 Where files of pins extend their shining rows, 
 Rouge, ringlets, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. 
 
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26 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 In the dining-room hangs a beautiful mirror, 
 presented by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu to her 
 daughter, Lady Bute, quite an old historical piece of 
 furniture, which is perfectly unique, the surface be- 
 ing painted nearly all over with wreaths of roses 
 and lilies, so that the glass only appears in patches, 
 as if real flowers were strewed upon water. Lady 
 Maiy's grand-daughter, Lady Macartney, seems to 
 have inherited none of her beauty, but she may veiy 
 well have been more amiable. The attitude of her 
 picture is uncommon, as she appears in a white 
 mushn dressing-gown, and with a black ribbon 
 drawn so tightly round her throat, that it choked 
 me to look at her. She has her finger inserted, 
 with an e\ident desire to loosen this uncomfortable 
 bow-string, which the Thug himself need scarcely 
 have tightened. It reminded us of the poor man in 
 Yorkshire, who some years ago had epileptic fits ; 
 and his widow told a friend, "her husband could 
 not die, poor man, though he struggled so frightfully, 
 till at last she took a clean piece of tape, and twitch- 
 ed it round his neck, when he went off as quiet as a 
 lamb." 
 
 A droll, fantastic-looking picture of Lady Mary 
 Menzies ser\^ed as a curious memorial of fashions 
 long since extinct, with her little pink hat whimsi- 
 cally perched on one side of her head, a pink velvet 
 habit, and such a waist ! a sharp east wind would 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 27 
 
 have cut her in two ! She has a shepherdess's crook 
 and a pet lamb beside her ; but if all that is said be 
 true, a pack of cards would have been more appro- 
 priate, as many acres in Perthshire changed hands 
 through her shuffling and dealing. She was sister 
 to the Prime Minister, and had no family. 
 
 Ladies long ago exhibited more peculiarities of 
 character than now, when the stamp of nature is 
 polished off, like a W' ell-worn shilling, and all seem 
 exactly alike ; but among those we saw on canvass 
 here, none interested my curiosity more than the 
 beautiful and eccentric Duchess of Queensberry, who 
 had a strange delight in going about incog., hke 
 Haroun Alarschid, dressed frequently as a dairy- 
 maid ; and in this portrait her costume is very little 
 above that of a house-maid. A whimsical proof of 
 her skill in tormenting was shown when country 
 neighbours came equipped in their very best dresses 
 to Aisit her Grace. She decoyed them out along 
 the dirtiest roads, wearing her own cottage costmne, 
 and making the whole party sit down occasionally 
 on any damp grass or mouldy walls that seemed most 
 certain to ruin their finery. No fictitious tragedy 
 could be more melancholy than that in which her 
 manoemTcs involved the Marquis of Drmnlanrig, her 
 son, who was engaged to marry a veiy lovely and 
 estimable young lady ; but the Duchess contrived to 
 intercept their letters, persuaded the disappointed 
 
28 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 lover, during a prolonged absence, that Miss Mackay 
 had actually married another, and hurried him into 
 a union with the lady her Grace preferred. Imme- 
 diately afterwards the Marquis met the object of his 
 earliest choice, and discovered the cruel deception 
 his mother had practised upon him. On a journey 
 with his bride, scarcely three months after their 
 union, he shot himself, and the widowed Marchio- 
 ness did not long survive. No excuse can be plead- 
 ed for the Dutchess, unless the report be true that 
 she was confined during some part of her youth in 
 a strait jacket. Miss Mackay afterwards became 
 Mrs. Macleod of Talisher, in Skye ; and an old cler- 
 gy-man there, in describing her to me, observed, that 
 she had become one of the most admirable women 
 in her time, " fit not merely to have been a Dutch- 
 ess, but an Empress." 
 
 There are two fine gardens at Mount Stewart, 
 one for use, and the other for ornament. In the 
 kitchen garden, the apricots and turnips seemed to 
 promise equally well ; and we discovered one fig 
 tree, with about two hundred figs, while others close 
 by, with the same advantages, bore nothing but 
 leaves, forming an excellent exemplification of the 
 text, " by their fruits ye shall know them." It is 
 an interesting remark of Bishop Hall's, that our Sa- 
 viour, after exhibiting so many miracles of mercy to 
 mankind on earth, chose at last to exemphfy the 
 
MOUNT STEW^ART. 29 
 
 future vengeance of God against sinners, not upon a 
 living man, but, with characteristic goodness, he 
 cursed only a tree. 
 
 • We could not catch a cicerone anywhere, to do 
 the honours of the fruit and vegetables, till at last 
 a boy of fourteen appeared, smoking his pipe ; and 
 he seemed to have smoked away any brains he ever 
 had, being most incomparably stupid. I once heard 
 a patriotic Scotch gentleman exclaim, when he had 
 applied to several persons in vain for information, 
 " These people are as stupid as if they were Eng- 
 lish !" but this juvenile smoker knew nothing about 
 anything, and would have been disowned in every 
 country. He was fit for no better employment than 
 to sit under a gooseberry bush with his pipe, smoking 
 the caterpillars to death. The boy was lazily doing 
 what I suppose he called work ; but it made me sad 
 to see a habit acquired at so early an age, which 
 vdll rob him in after years of health, money, and 
 time. I wish King James < " Counterblast against 
 Tobacco" were republished! How invariably we 
 see, in every village, the little shop-board advertising 
 " Tea, snufF, and tobacco," those three ruinous lux- 
 uries of the poor, on the more moderate use of which 
 it would be well if divines would occasionally both 
 write and preach. About je60,000 is annually re- 
 ceived in Aberdeenshire for black cattle, and a sim- 
 ilar sum is every year expended in that comity on 
 
30 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 tobacco and snuff! The very flies must be sneezing 
 as they go al )ng ! Few people are aware to what 
 a frightful excess the vice of opium eating has ex- 
 tended lately in this countiy, and how rapidly it is 
 increasing, both in England and Scotland. I could 
 name one apothecary's shop, where inmmierable 
 small packets, costing only a penny, of this perni- 
 cious drug, are prepared every night, and where a 
 crowd of the wretched purchasers, many of them 
 women, glide silently up to the counter, deposit the 
 price, and without uttering a word, steal away like 
 criminals, to plunge themselves into a temporary de- 
 lirium, followed by those agonies of mind and body 
 by which both are at last distorted and ruined. We 
 have all read the English Opium-Eater's Confessions, 
 w^ho took laudanum toddy after dinner for his re- 
 freshment ! The fascinations of this drug are like 
 those of the snake, whose victims see their impend- 
 ing destruction, and yet cannot resist the fatal im- 
 pulse to go on — an affecting instance of which is 
 the well-known anecdote of Coleridge entreating that 
 his friends would place him in a mad-house as his 
 only hope of being cured ; and few are capable of 
 a high moral and religious effort, such as that emi- 
 nent man successfully made, to rescue himself from 
 the destmctive propensity, afterwards using those af- 
 fecting expressions, " I feel wdth an intensity un- 
 fathomable by words, my utter nothingness, impo- 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 31 
 
 tence, and worthlessness, in and for myself. I have 
 learned what a sin is against an infinite, imperisha- 
 ble being, such as is the soul of man. I have had 
 more than a glimpse of what is meant by death, and 
 outer darkness, and the worm that dieth not ; and 
 that all the hell of the reprobate is no more incon- 
 sistent with the love of God than the blindness of 
 one who ■ as occasioned disease to eat out his eyes 
 is inconsistent with the light of the sun." 
 
 The flower-garden at Mount Stew^art, nearly a 
 mile distant from the house, is situated on a very- 
 picturesque, irregular piece of ground, inclining 
 towards the sea, and you will think I am copying a 
 page out of some fairy tale, when you read a des- 
 cription of it. No shop for artificial flowers could 
 look more brilliantly gay ; and the richly adorned 
 beds of roses and other blooming plants, were each 
 like one of Madame Devis's boxes from Paris. A 
 gigantic family of native silver firs are ranged in tall 
 majestic solemnity around the gay foreigners, which 
 form a curious contrast. Exotics scarcely to be 
 reared by those who have a green-house elsewhere, 
 flourish in this garden, as if they mistook Bute for 
 the tropics, and seem to find no difficulty in accom- 
 modating themselves to the chmate. Cape heaths 
 flower luxuriantly in the open air, remaining out all 
 winter, as well as standard plants of the magnolia 
 grandiflora, which have risen to the height of eighteen 
 
32 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 or twenty feet. Myrtles blossom here like ha^i;horn 
 trees, sweet almonds ripen, geraniums are on fire with 
 scarlet flowers, fuschias and camellias have been en- 
 listed among the hardy plants, and we observed two 
 cork trees very thriving, so that the noble proprietor 
 might not only have a yearly vintage, but also grow 
 his own corks. In short, it seems as if that which 
 flowers once a year elsewhere, blossoms twice here, 
 and what grows six feet high in other places of the 
 empire, grows twelve feet high in this more favoured 
 spot. 
 
 The gardener displayed with some exultation an 
 Arabian acacia, which had, he said, " wdntered out 
 the winter ;" likewise Russian cranberries, yielding 
 two crops every year, and the American andromeda, 
 bearing large white w^ax or ivory bells, and giving 
 out a charming aromatic perfume ; but nothing is 
 so difficult to describe or remember as a scent, so 
 you must try to fancy it. The arbutus is in fruit all 
 the year; the American honeysukcle is a superb 
 plant, bearing fruit like a cherry, which is, however, a 
 deadly poison ; the arbor vitae was covered still with 
 the withered blossoms of last summer, and the orange 
 trees here might have formed a grove worthy of 
 Seville or Malta. Though they belong to a Tory, 
 the oranges are allowed to wear their own Whig 
 colour, not being treated like those at a Conservative 
 dinner last year, where they were all painted blue ! 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 33 
 
 It was curious, instead of being ushered into a 
 steaming hot-house, where the plants and ourselves 
 would have been in a high fever, thus to visit, in the 
 free open air, representatives from so many soils, 
 America, Russia, China, Arabia, Spain, and the 
 Cape, all vying in splendour and beauty, and this 
 whole garden, containing four acres of charming, 
 undulating ground, is kept in first-rate order by one 
 clever, communicative, civil man, who said he laid 
 it out himself, dming the former Marquis's time, and 
 without having ever allowed a single individual to 
 assist, has reared every one of these plants ! Such 
 a garden would be cheap at any salary, doing the 
 work of at least four ordinary men ! His fancy has 
 been indulged in some odd devices, and among oth- 
 ers, the rosary is laid out like a wheel, at every 
 spoke of which stands a gate, so that it seemed ex- 
 actly on the plan of John O'Groat's house, with 
 eight entrances. 
 
 In the garden we really had a perfect carnival 
 of birds as well as of flowers. It was quite a bird 
 concert, and one little songster poured out such a 
 flood of harmony, that, if not a nightingale he de- 
 served to be one. Neither Pasta nor Rubini have 
 a shake to compare with him ! What a saving of 
 labour it would be, if we were all born ready taught 
 musicians as birds are, instead of ladies being bound 
 apprentices to music for nine good years of life, that 
 4 
 
34 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 they may learn to play perplexing tunes with im- 
 possible variations, carefully acquiring " nimble fin- 
 gers and vacant understandings." It has been quite 
 a calamity to the middle classes, that every farmer's 
 daughter now must indispensably learn jingling, for 
 it cannot be called music when played on such 
 cheap pianos as they can afford, tuned only once 
 a year, and sounding at best like a poker and tongs. 
 Poor Strauss and Rosini ! I was amused to hear 
 lately of a music master, unable to endure indifferent 
 scholars, who taught on dumb piano-fortes, and only 
 treated his pupils to audible ones when they played 
 so as to afford him pleasure, which in some cases 
 would be never. I called some years since at a farm- 
 house, built, like all its cotemporaries, on a scale out 
 of proportion to the rent. There the young " ladies" 
 had left their milk-pails to practise the Swiss Ranz 
 des Vaches, and played " Corn-riggs," instead of 
 cutting them ; but it was an amusing mixture in the 
 large empty unfurnished drawing-room, to see a 
 piano-forte standing at one end, and a pile of carrots 
 and turnips at the other. Our obliging cicerone, the 
 gardener at Mount Stewart, was rather ad libitum in 
 his pronunciation of names, and when showing us 
 a very beautiful peony tree, he remarked that it 
 produced every season a great many " fine pianos !" 
 Several of the walks at Mount Stewart are quite 
 blockaded with trees, so thickly leaved, they might 
 
MOUNT STEWART. 35 
 
 pass for hay-cocks. Some rise to a very gigantic 
 height, and we saw one with fifty feet of clear stem, 
 before the branches were set on, and many have 
 ingeniously contrived to flourish in a glen where 
 they never saw the sun in their lives. In one ave- 
 nue, beneath the " pillared shade" of some tall cathe- 
 dral-like beeches, there lives a numerous colony of 
 herons, whose habits of life are most amusing to 
 watch. I have always envied that man in the Ara- 
 bian nights, who understood the language of the 
 animal w^orld, and certainly they do act with so 
 much appearance of unity and design that they must 
 have some mode of communication unperceived by us. 
 
 " We need not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau 
 If birds confabulate or no !" 
 
 In the forest sanctuaries here, I wished myself a 
 botanist ! The grass is a living carpet of wild flowers, 
 including a whole Flora Britannica of blue bells, or- 
 chusses, hyacynths, periw^inkles, cowslips, veronicas, 
 w^ood sorrel, wuld geraniiuns, and the gay white 
 flower of the w^ild leek,which sent forth its perfume far 
 and wide wdth a fragrance so disagreeably pow^erfal, 
 as to make me w^onder less than formerly at the lady 
 w^ho cut off* her husband's thumbs for eating garlic. 
 The poor people collect this weed in great quantities 
 to flavour their " excellent family broth." 
 
 Our paragon ofgardeners became so zealous about 
 parading us over the grounds that he sacrificed his 
 
36 MOUNT STEWART. 
 
 dinner in the cause, and very near sacrificed his child 
 also. A Kttle helpless dot of a thing accompanied 
 us about half the distance, but when a longer pere- 
 grination was projected, he desired the poor infant to 
 find his own way home, which I sincerely hope he did. 
 We walked back towards Rothesay, by a circuit- 
 ous path along the sea-shore, and were astonished to 
 see a crescent of villas nearly the whole way along, 
 in every variety of shape, size, and dimension, but 
 all with considerable pretensions to magnificence. 
 Lord Alvanley once remarked that the chief wonder 
 of Doncaster races was, to see several hundred men 
 of j£5000 a-year, whom no one had ever heard of 
 before, and, I felt somewhat similarly astonished at 
 the affluence of Bute ! If any one wishes to be 
 rich, — and some people really do, — let me recom- 
 mend him to become a Glasgow architect, as the 
 rage for villaing fifty miles west of that city is quite 
 incredible, owing to the number of retiring shop- 
 keepers, who wish to indulge their rural propensities, 
 and, as the old song says, " to sit upon benches and 
 sleep upon roses." At Glasgow it is quite a pecu- 
 liarity to be poor. The first mansion pointed out 
 for our admiration, belonged to a ci-devant dealer 
 in snuff and tobacco, who has hit off a house quite 
 in the style of a snufF-box, being a low oblong 
 square with a flat hd on the top, and a precipitous 
 hill which rises behind has been divided by walls 
 
37 
 
 into an appearance exactly resembling the shelves 
 of a shop. A retired builder testified his grateful 
 attachment to stone and mortar, by enclosing him- 
 self within so lofty a wall, that I mistook his villa 
 for a mad-house; and a third, belonging to a 
 wealthy calico printer, had the walls richly flowered 
 with a showy pattern of roses, and the windows 
 fringed with leaves, 
 
 rather fine than neat ; 
 
 And guests politely call his house a seat. 
 
 In the evening we drove thi'ee miles through the 
 narrow by-ways and almost trackless fields, to visit 
 Kean the actor's cottage, beautifully situated on Loch 
 Fad, a charming fresh water lake, three miles long, 
 as blue and serene as the sky overhead, and sur- 
 rounded by noble hills, natural wood, and magnifi- 
 cent evergreens. It was a singular freak for a pub- 
 lic character, who so long heard the plaudits of 
 London ringing in his ears, to bury himself in a sol- 
 itude so remote, sequestered, and inaccessible, where 
 he was beyond the reach of audiences, clubs, rail- 
 roads, steam-boats, or even carriages ; but I suppose 
 he felt oppressed with a sense of conspicuousness, 
 like a certain authoress, whose biographer describes 
 her complaining, that she was " wearied of the glare 
 and dust of her own celebrity ! hlasee with fades 
 flatteries ! pursued by adulation, and perplexed how 
 to bury her fame ! The cottages that look best in 
 4* 
 
38 kean's cottage. 
 
 landscape paintings, and describe charmingly in 
 poetry, are not the most enjoyable for living in, 
 therefore Kean sacrificed the picturesque for good 
 solid brick-and-mortar comfort, not even indulging 
 our eyes with a thatched roof, but substituting a 
 vSteep, ugly, substantial canopy of slates, which put 
 to flight our most romantic anticipations, while the 
 large, square, matter-of-fact windows, gave a last 
 finish to its ugliness. 
 
 Over the gate he placed his own marble bust, 
 by Thom, surrounding it with the monumental like- 
 nesses of those whom he justly considered kindred 
 spirits, Garrick, Massinger, and Shakspeare. Like 
 the bard of Avon, Kean planted a mulberry tree 
 in his garden, which grew and flourished, an object 
 of the greatest interest and gratification, till one 
 fatal morning, when, from the A\'indow of his 
 dressing-room, he observed an old man's cow 
 devouring the precious plant ! Without waiting to 
 complete his toilette, he instantly dashed off a letter 
 to the factor of the property, complaining vehe- 
 mently of this trespass, and offering so exaggerated 
 a rent for the field in which this offending animal 
 had hitherto pastured, that the original tenant got 
 a hint to retire. This hasty transaction, however, 
 raised the expense of his pleasure-grounds so ex- 
 ceedingly, that his successor did not serve himself 
 heir to the little property, which lapsed into Lord 
 
39 
 
 Bute's possession, and is now tenanted by Mr. 
 Newman, who mentioned that the whole rent he 
 pays is not equal to what Kean gave for that one 
 field. The drawdng-room walls are decorated with 
 a Swiss paper exhibiting theatrical designs for 
 tragedies and comedies, warriors fighting, lovers 
 . loverizing, and all the paraphernalia of stage effect. 
 Here Kean sometimes treated his unsophisticated 
 neighbours at Rothesay to a few dramatic scenes, 
 w^hich in London would have drawn mobs, and 
 there attracted as large a crowd as Bute could 
 furnish; but, before long, he tired of rural felicit}-, 
 and forsook his hermitage to seek happiness where 
 it never can be found, — amidst the noisy plaudits of 
 a crowded theatre, and in scenes that his better 
 feelings condemned. 
 
 One of the villas which attracts most notice 
 near Rothesay at present, is that in which Lady 
 Kintore's servants were so terrified last year, by 
 "supernatural noises." They refused at last to 
 remain ; but I never saw any house less suited for 
 an apparition, as ghosts generally perform their 
 parts wdth suitable scenery and decorations, in some 
 old tumble-down castle, but this is quite an imro- 
 mantic, every-day, modern edifice, perfectly unfit 
 for the marvellous, yet here, last season, were 
 French abigails and London butlers all in a panic, 
 magistrates taking depositions, masons pulling down 
 the partitions, and every thing, in short, got up, 
 
40 
 
 quite in the Cocklane ghost style, till at length a 
 mysterious knocking in the walls proving quite 
 incorrigible, the inmates all departed, leaving the 
 ghosts to themselves, rent-free. When people once 
 become thoroughly wound up to a belief in the 
 supernatural, I believe their agonies when alone at 
 night are such, that it would be a relief to see even a 
 real live robber, wdth a pistol at your head, threaten- 
 ing to shoot you ; and some of the good folks on 
 this occasion appear to have been almost in that 
 state, though perhaps the servants, wearied of 
 living so retired in Bute, knew more about the 
 matter than they chose to acknowledge. Another 
 house, situated in Aberdeenshire, perplexed the 
 inhabitants this year in a similar manner, scarcely 
 to be out-done even by the case of Wesley's par- 
 sonage at Gainsbro'. The kitchen dresser jerked 
 about in a most unearthly manner, the meat bolted 
 out of the pans, the plates were unaccountably 
 hurled on the floor, and the very bread would not 
 lie still in an ordinary business-like way to be eaten, 
 but skipped about as if it had been possessed. The 
 parish clergyman was actually twice summoned to 
 officiate in laying those unsettled spirits, and accord- 
 ingly he used his best endeavoius, which had the 
 happiest effect in most cases, but one unruly mustard- 
 pot, I am told, continues to dance about in a most 
 supernatural manner, to the awe and astonishment 
 of all beholders. It must certainly be cracked ! 
 
BUTE. 41 
 
 We are now preparing to leave Rothesay and 
 the six thousand inhabitants of Bute, with much 
 esteem and regret, after having seen more of the 
 island, during a two days' residence, than some of 
 our friends during as many summers ; but strangers 
 in any place make a point of seeing it thoroughly, 
 while residents put off, what can be at any time 
 done, from day to day, till "^e hon temps est passe, '^ 
 besides which, they gradually get into such regular 
 tread-mill habits, that the effort would be intolera- 
 bly troublesome, to stray, for any inducement, beyond 
 their customary beat! Now for a moral reflection! 
 I see it temptingly before me, ready to fill up this 
 vacant corner in my paper ; but you have made one 
 already, for who has not experienced, in more 
 important things, the evil of delay, and the power 
 of habit? 
 
 Did you ever hear of the Irishman who men- 
 tioned that he had read Johnson's Dictionary straight 
 through, and thought it interesting, though rather 
 unconnected? Now, my letter will be perfectly 
 satisfied if you pronounce as favourable a verdict on 
 its merits, seeing there is no visible hook and eye 
 to connect the parts together ; but you may safely 
 take up the pages, or lay them down at any place, 
 without fear of losing the thread, as there really is 
 none, and the sooner you answer this the better, 
 telhng me all about every body, and a great deal 
 besides. I should like to be " pursued," like Mrs. 
 
42 BUTE. 
 
 Hemans, by " a Maelstrom of letters," till my desk 
 "boils over;" and no autograph can be more pre- 
 cious to any collector, than yours is to your affec- 
 tionate cousin and sincere admirer, ; there, by 
 
 the way, is a turn quite in the old school, for all 
 letters ended long ago by the writer bringing in his 
 name with a neat sweep, making it part of the 
 sentence. We see this successfully achieved by that 
 model of formal letter-writers, Mrs. Montague, and 
 ditto Pope, Madame de Sevigne, and all the staiidard 
 WTiters of those literary days. That fashion is, how- 
 ever, now exploded, but not, I am sorry to say, the 
 fulsome adulation \vith which all authors, in all 
 ages, past, present, and to come, even Christians ! 
 have bespattered each other, exchanging panegyrics 
 like any other article of barter, dealing out flattery 
 by the ounce, and receiving back compliments by 
 the hundred- weight. You are scarcely a " licensed 
 hawker," not being yet in the press, but only print 
 a single sonnet, and the shades of Grey and Gold- 
 smith shall be invoked to hail a kindred spirit, or 
 called on, if you like the dose stronger, to "hide 
 their diminished heads." What a strange state the 
 world must have been in before writing w^as in- 
 vented! I have often wondered how the ancient 
 patriarchs passed their time, living several hundred 
 years without books, letters, manufactures, shops, 
 or even money, for the world would fall into a 
 perfect stagnation now without them all. 
 
KYLES OF BUTE. 
 
 WRITTEN IN HALF-A-DOZEN PLACES. 
 
 Let the lily of France in luxuriance wave, 
 Let the shamrock of Erin its beaut}'- maintain 
 Let the rose of fair England still waft its perfume, 
 But the thistle of Scotia will dearest remain 
 
 My DEAR Cousin, — The best moralists have found 
 out, that, if our duties are to be well performed, we 
 must convert them into pleasures, and accordingly I 
 have performed that happy transformation, in respect 
 to keeping up our correspondence, which is so much 
 more a pleasure than a duty, that if the custom of 
 letter-writing had not been established before our 
 time, I should certainly have invented it to-day, in 
 order to make you a partaker in scenes of delight 
 and admiration, which would soon fade away 
 entirely from my own recollection, like the bright 
 colours of twilight, melting into darkness and obli- 
 vion, but for the opportunity thus afforded me, to 
 record the flitting impressions of the moment, hot 
 and hot as they occur. 
 
 The Romantic Kyles of Bute, celebrated for 
 their rugged magnificence, are frequently compared 
 to the Rhine, but, in my opinion, decidedly superior. 
 
44 KYLES OF BUTE. 
 
 Never having yet steamed down that far-famed 
 river, some matter-of-fact persons might be apt to 
 consider my authority questionable, but you v^dll be 
 as ready to stand up for Scotland as myself, seeing 
 we are like the actors in the Critic, " when we do 
 agree, our unanimity is wonderful." I have heard 
 many travellers, after an impartial examination of 
 both, however, pronounce their verdict in favour of 
 our own scenery, on account of the many beautiful 
 residences on the banks. The Frith of Clyde is 
 a hard-working arm of the sea, every drop of its 
 w^aters being on duty daily, in the boilers of those 
 innumerable steam-boats which ply incessantly on 
 its widely- extended surface, all moving miracles of 
 fire and w^ater, in one of w^hich we proceeded west- 
 ward, through scenery that has few equals in the 
 world. At every turn, the mountains seemed to 
 close round us like those that stopped the career of 
 Captain Ross, and we were imprisoned within a 
 circular barrier of wooded and rocky hills, w^ith " the 
 blue above, and the blue below," but the narrow sea 
 still found its ownway outof the labyrinth, and carried 
 us along with it, through a maze of beautiful old 
 castles, villas, and villages, all sprinkled about by 
 the finger of taste, and looking their very best, under 
 a bright glowing sunshine. I should like to live a 
 hundred summers, equally divided among the hun- 
 dred places w^e passed during these few hours, merely 
 
KYLES OF BUTE. 45 
 
 catching a momentary glimpse of their velvet lawns, 
 drooping trees, smoking chimneys, which promised 
 internal comfort, rustic chairs that seemed growing 
 spontaneously out of the ground, and a noble array 
 of " handsome mountains," uniting grandeur to 
 grace, and giving a dash of perfection to the whole. 
 " Never did fifty things at once appear so lovely, — 
 never, never." 
 
 Among those shifting scenes, the first which 
 claimed our notice was the old castle of Karnes, and 
 afterwards South Hall, a house not very illustrious 
 in respect to architecture, and glaring in a new 
 dress of whitewash, which seemed to have been put 
 on fresh and clean that very morning ; but it is an 
 extremely pretty place, with an appearance of 
 perfectly English comfort. We felt conscious at a 
 glance, that the proprietor, Mr. Campbell, is not an 
 absentee, as he evidently pays great attention to 
 embellishing the beautiful grounds, and eveiy cottage 
 on the green hills around is clad in the same 
 spotless hvery of white, looking at a distance like 
 poached eggs on spinach. Each tenant is allowed 
 a barrel of lime gratis, whenever he chooses to 
 refresh the brilliancy of his walls, which certainly 
 require no bleaching liquid to whiten them. One of 
 Mr. Campbell's people gained lately the Highland 
 Society's prize for exhibiting the neatest cottage 
 in this county, and the competition has become 
 5 
 
46 KYLES OF BUTE. 
 
 more eager every year, producing most beneficial 
 effects on the comfort of all parties, who thus 
 acquire habits of activity and cleanliness, which are 
 rapidly diffusing themselves over eveiy part of 
 Scotland, where it is thought the ancient family of 
 M'Clarty will soon be extinct. 
 
 Nothing is so difficult in landscape gardening, 
 as to plant a hill judiciously ; and in this neighbour- 
 hood there are some lamentable failures, one being 
 divided into clumps, representing exactly the nine 
 of diamonds, and another we saw whimsically 
 arranged in squares of light and dark-coloured trees 
 alternately, like a gigantic chess-board. If there 
 had only been men in proportion, w^e might have sat 
 down to a game at once. 
 
 The expense of a passage on board those fine 
 Clyde steam-boats is so low, that the price of 
 travelling averages less than a halfpenny per mile, 
 which must be nearly as cheap as the wear and tear 
 of shoes for walking, but even allowing for this, it is 
 astonishing to see Avhat crow^ls of very poor people 
 are hurrjdng about from place to place, at what 
 must be a great expenditure to them, considering 
 that they may not always meet w^ith persons so 
 generous as the waggoner, who allowed Whitting- 
 ton to walk beside his cart for nothing. Several 
 old women, clothed in blue or scarlet cloaks, to hide 
 all deficiencies, came on board, bringing a hen, or a 
 
KYLES OF BUTE. 47 
 
 dozen of eggs, to pay for their passage, instead of 
 mere vulgar money, which had a most primitive 
 appearance. 
 
 Nothing is more curious than to observe people's 
 different ways of getting through Ufe ; and proceed- 
 ing onwards, we admired a cottage belonging to an 
 English clergyman, who has retired here beyond 
 the cognizance of bishops, and who hermetizes, 
 independent of any companion except the sea-gulls 
 and herrino;s, with a mountain behind him, and the 
 ocean in front. On a small rocky islet, producing 
 not one blade of grass, the reverend proprietor has 
 reared a sort of porter's lodge, or some such nonde- 
 script ornamental edifice, wishing, perhaps, to cheat 
 himself into the belief that he has a neighbour 
 wdthin visitingV distance, but no highroad passes 
 nearer than five miles from this solitary residence, 
 the only access to which, by land, is over a trackless 
 mountain, on which no wheel has ever rolled. Even 
 in the Highlands, where people travel farther to 
 hear a good sermon than elsewhere, this retired 
 divine, who would have made an excellent Roman 
 Catholic saint, could not, if he washed it, gather a 
 congregation together, as the great bell of Lincoln 
 might ring its "pond'rous knell" on the shore 
 without reaching any human ear but his own, so 
 detached is he from all human sjTiipathy or inter- 
 course. 
 
48 KYLES OF BUTE. 
 
 On the glittering ocean, near this charming Ut- 
 ile hel retiro, we were shown a fine sloop, careering 
 along, with every sail set, a perfect emblem of joy 
 and prosperity ; but I was told that a very few days 
 since, this gay-looking vessel had been suddenly 
 upset, when three sailors, then on board, were 
 drowned. It lay afterwards, apparently as inacces- 
 sible as the Royal George, under twelve fathoms of 
 water, but was raised again by means of empty 
 hogsheads being sunk, and fixed to the sides, so 
 that their buoyancy brought the vessel up in com- 
 pany to the surface again, where we saw her now 
 gracefully dancing on the waves, perfectly reckless 
 of the giddy faux pas by which she had consigned 
 her whole crew to a watery grave. 
 
 After winding, turning, and meandering some 
 time longer through the Kyles of Bute, till we faced 
 almost every point of the compass in succession, 
 another lovely cottage was displayed, looking as if 
 it had arrived in a box from Richmond Hill, being 
 a perfect nest of beauty, tastefully built, and highly 
 ornamented, rising amidst a verdant lawn, and en- 
 compassed by a rich profusion of trees. We were 
 preparing a few exclamations of admiration and 
 delight, when a good-natured friend, who had obli- 
 gingly appointed himself our "Tourist's Guide," 
 and knew a history for all we saw, pointed out 
 within a few yards the ci-devant proprietor of this 
 
KYLES OF BUTE. 49 
 
 little fairy dwelling, who actually ruined himself in 
 his enthusiasm to embellish it. He is a military- 
 looking man, of good address, and old family, but 
 sold his commission in the army, that here he might 
 exchange the sword for the ploughshare. After- 
 wards, he foimd the expense of building so great, 
 that he had to part with the place which he had 
 ruined himself to adorn; he then enlisted under 
 General Evans, but " still to his mouth adhered the 
 wooden spoon," for in Spain he lost his all, and now 
 subsists on charity. We do occasionally see some 
 melancholy illustrations of the old proverb, " He 
 who is born under a three-halfpenny planet, will 
 never be worth twopence ;" but the chief moral to 
 be drawn from this " ower true tale," is, that no 
 one should neglect the admonition of Scripture, to 
 " count the cost" before he begins to build. From 
 the moment any Scotch proprietor lays the founda- 
 tion of a new house, he may consider himself a 
 bankrupt, because he never leaves himself a suffi- 
 cient income to inhabit it, and he never seems able 
 to stop while a stone remains in the quarry. It is 
 a national mania to overdo both our public and pri- 
 vate buildings, for, as Burns says, " Tis pride lays 
 Scotland low," and many a vacant, unfurnished 
 drawing-room, many a cold, ^\dde, ill-lighted stair- 
 case, and many a comfortless dining-room, that 
 never saw a dinner, bears witness against the 
 5* 
 
50 AIRD LAMONT. 
 
 founder that he calculated two and two would make 
 five. It is a golden rule, that every house should 
 be rather too small for the proprietor's income, and 
 those who build a castle in the air, should wait till 
 they are circumstanced like Lord Bacon, who was 
 censured by Queen Elizabeth for having veiy small 
 rooms, w^hen he courteously replied, " Your Majesty 
 has made me too large for my house !" When our 
 unfortunate fellow-traveller had built himself out of 
 house and home, the cottage was purchased by a 
 rich widow, who bequeathed it to her nephew, a 
 respectable fish-monger from Paisley, and he may 
 now be seen watching from his window shoals of 
 living fish passing along with provoking impunity, 
 when they might formerly have made his fortune 
 in the shop, with a due proportion of lobsters and 
 oyster sauce. 
 
 We next transferred om^ admiration to the Arran 
 mountains, with their torn, ragged summits, and 
 almost inaccessible crags, which realize your defini- 
 tion of a precipice, being all " perpendicular heights, 
 from which any one throwing himself would be 
 killed on the spot." These hills are quite a botan- 
 ical garden, abounding in rare plants, one of which 
 was given me formerly to taste, and had exactly the 
 flavour of an oyster. 
 
 Towards evening we doubled Aird Lamont 
 point, reckoned, on this coast, a perfect Cape of 
 
CAMPBELLS. 51 
 
 Good Hope for storms; but the wind treated us 
 with extraordinary consideration, only blustering a 
 little, to show its own importance, while our smo- 
 king vessel staggered along like a tipsy man, reel- 
 ing away from a noisy, scolding wife. The La- 
 monts are among the very few clans whose chief- 
 tainship remains undisputed, as there is scarcely 
 another family of the name, except that of the pre- 
 sent Laird. They once possessed the largest estates, 
 next to the Duke of Argill's, in this county. Scotch 
 entails are made of tough materials, but neverthe- 
 less much of their original property has escaped to 
 other proprietors, yet an elegant modern house, 
 beautifully situated, and facing several arms of the 
 sea, still belongs to the chief, though, after having 
 expected a castle as old as his pedigree, I was quite 
 disappointed to see one scarcely a day old. 
 
 We now advanced towards a cluster of places 
 belonging to Campbells, of every date, rank, and 
 degree, in one of which the poet who adorns that 
 name is said to have written his " Pleasures of 
 Hope," — a work, the success of which must have 
 more than realized every hope or wish an author 
 could entertain, and often " charms when pleasures 
 lose the power to please." 
 
 Some time since, a West Indian planter amassed 
 an extensive estate, in the very centre of all the 
 Campbells, by purchasing every small property as 
 
52 CAMPBELLS. 
 
 it fell into the market, and thus becoming what is 
 called in Scotland " a laird eater." All the Cap- 
 tain Campbells were indignant at this intrusion, as 
 unwelcome and unexpected as the presence of a 
 stranger among the ancient tenants of a rookery. 
 Not one of them deigned to leave his card upon the 
 nouveau o'iche, whom they nicknamed " the great 
 treacle merchant from Glasgow," and at last find- 
 ing himself so lonely and vmsociable, he made a 
 final effort to be neighbourly, by writing this very 
 simple appeal to one of the clan Campbell, who 
 related the circumstance, " Shouldn't you visit me ?" 
 
 The first ten miles of Loch Fyne are fine only 
 in name, as here and there we took leave of trees 
 entirely ; but the beach is beautifully smooth, and 
 the water clearer than a diamond. At Tarbert, a 
 name which means " the boat carrying," we were 
 amused at the story of a Norwegian king six centu- 
 ries ago, who had been promised possession of every 
 island in the west of Scotland which he could cir- 
 cumnavigate with his boat ; so he caused himself to 
 be dragged in a small skiff across the narrow isthmus, 
 only three miles in breadth, connecting the southern 
 part of Argyleshire with the mainland, and claimed 
 possession of that fine tract of country. What 
 would the Jockey Club have said to this rather 
 black-leg transaction ? 
 
 Soon after passing Tarbert, in a very good, 
 
CAMPBELLS. 53 
 
 well-wooded, and conspicuous " location," we ad- 
 mired Barmore, a handsome new house, in Burn's 
 best style of architecture, commanding on one side 
 a fine view of the Clyde, and in the opposite direc- 
 tion, a long range of Loch Fyne, but in front the 
 whole edifice is modestly concealed behind a small 
 round island, or peninsula, the effect being very 
 much as, you might imagine, if a young lady low- 
 ered her parasol, not to be stared out of countenance, 
 and yet glanced out on each side, to see that she 
 was not entirely overlooked. 
 
 Strangers here are much perplexed by the uni- 
 versal custom of calling proprietors by the name of 
 their estates, which is necessary on account of 
 every gentleman bearing the same surname. A 
 Miss Campbell, who married once in Norfolk, 
 brought her husband to visit in Argyleshire, and 
 soon afterwards, at a dinner party, the host politely 
 asked his guest to take wine, adding, " Machrehan- 
 ish, Auchnacraig, Drumnamucklock, Achadashe- 
 naig, and Fasnacloich will join us !" The bewil- 
 dered EngHshman could not conceive what these 
 uncouth sounds might mean, till he hastily glanced 
 round the table, and saw five eager faces looking 
 towards him, with cordial smiles, and extended 
 glasses ! 
 
 Inverneil, belonging to the clan Campbell, is 
 rather small, but pretty, and poetical looking, sur- 
 
54 CAMPBELLS. 
 
 rounded by romantic hills, wood, and water, which 
 would do admirably in verse, with the embellish- 
 ment of a few golden sunsets, and silver moon- 
 beams, if we could find rhymes enough. It is rather 
 hard upon landscapes of great merit and beauty, 
 such as many we passed to-day, that the Cumber- 
 land lakes had the good fortune to monopolize so 
 large a share of our bards ; and I wish we could 
 bring a poet-of-all-work here, to celebrate those 
 places I am about to describe, which had not the 
 mere xilla-look of vulgar prosperity, but an air of 
 elegance and refinement which showed they were 
 accustomed to good company. A Welsh baronet, 
 Sir John Orde, has paid our Scottish hills the com- 
 pliment to settle here, and lately reared the house 
 of Kilmurry, a dark-grey edifice of very dismal- 
 looking stone, opposite to which is a gay riante 
 little cottage, belonging to a civil engineer, with 
 every thing in miniature, forest, park, garden, and 
 offices, all on a Liliputian scale, as if they were 
 the mere model of something hereafter to be real- 
 ized. 
 
 After flitting past the charming place of Oak- 
 field, belonging to a Campbell, vice Macneil sold 
 out, we were shown the residences of two Colonel 
 Macneils, not relations, placed on opposite sides of 
 the loch. It might be quite a comedy, at these 
 houses, sometimes, when \isiters arrive at the wTong 
 
CAMPBELLS. 55 
 
 gate ! and the proprietors must be constantly open- 
 ing each other's letters, and paying each other's 
 bills. 
 
 Next in the procession of very pretty places, 
 came Ottar and Ballimore, both belonging to the 
 well-lodged clan of Campbell, and then a most en- 
 chanting place, Minart, now for sale; and as an 
 auctioneer could scarcely exaggerate its beauty, if 
 any Campbell in the wide world has realized 
 enough by rail-road speculations, or in Australia, to 
 purchase it, I think the future Campbell of Minart 
 will be one of the most enviable small proprietors 
 in Argyleshire. 
 
 Continental travellers all acknowledge that in 
 Britain only are to be seen those charming country 
 residences, which give us ideas of rural happiness, 
 and fill the mind with thoughts of human life and 
 human enjoyment, thus awakening the keenest 
 interest and sympathy of which our hearts are 
 capable. Even the most captivating scenery is to 
 me almost like a blank sheet of paper, till it be 
 written over with the actions or feelings, the history 
 or poetry of other days, and as the loftiest mountain 
 gains a new interest, if even the most insignificant 
 living animal be seen on the surface, and the 
 ^\ade ocean itself is overlooT^ed, while our most 
 eager gaze rests on a distant vessel buffeting the 
 breeze, so also the permanent abodes of men where 
 
56 CAMPBELLS. 
 
 families have successively lived and died, and where 
 the joys and sorrovv^s of life have been, or still are 
 felt, afford subjects for reflection and thought not 
 to be exhausted. Neither music, poetry, nor sce- 
 nery, can awaken permanent interest, without in 
 some degree touching our sympathies. I seldom 
 read books of eastern travels, because they seem all 
 filled with gold embroidery, dark eyes, fringe and 
 chocolate, and I am wearied of savage countries 
 A\dth tatooing, red feathers, hunting, and idolatry ; 
 but, as Madame de Stael says, " the homes of 
 Great Britain are the best homes upon earth," and 
 there, among hills and glens of surpassing beauty, 
 we may imagine scenes of domestic felicity, such as 
 can only be known in a civilized and in a Christian 
 country, while every mountain and stream speaks of 
 days long passed, and reminds us of the vanished 
 generations, whose history, distinctly recorded in the 
 memory, is so nearly connected with our own. 
 
 The most perfect little multum in parvo of 
 loveliness that we saw, during this enchanting 
 voyage, was a little bird's-nest of a place, called 
 Penimore, smTOunded by grassy hillocks, rich hol- 
 lows, luxuriant trees, noble mountains, and a wide 
 stretch of ocean, bounded by distant promontories. 
 No one could see that little miniature of beauty, 
 without wishing to land there, and take it for the 
 summer ! A beau ideal of perfect happiness arises 
 
INVERARY. 57 
 
 before the fancy in beholding such a spot of fairy- 
 Kke beauty, but a fairy's wand would be necessary 
 actually to realize an exemption from those vulgar 
 cares and anxieties of life which intrude themselves 
 every where ; besides which, living in those very tiny 
 cottages, the inmates must require singularly good 
 tempers, as it would be impossible there to avoid 
 any one who chose to have a fit of ill-humour, and 
 to call it a head-ache. 
 
 The approach to Inverary is a master-piece of 
 natural beauty, and I could have exclaimed like the 
 Frenchman, " Grand ! magnifique ! pretty well V^ 
 The deep blue waters of Loch Fyne, glittering like a 
 sapphire, and fringed to their very margin with 
 massy trees, — the dark grey Castle embosomed in 
 old ancestral forests, the town situated on a charm- 
 ing beach, the nearer hills clothed to their summits 
 with waving foliage, and the purple outline of many 
 a savage mountain beyond, looking like a rough 
 outer crust to enclose and protect the whole. This 
 varied landscape might almost be said to represent 
 the gradual progress of civihzation, from the far-off 
 times of stern uncultivated barbarism, to the softer 
 graces and refinement of modern days, when rough 
 majestic nature is tamed and embellished by the 
 hand of art, losing half its peculiarities of character, 
 but gaining in fertility and beauty. 
 
 I wish we could send you a specimen of what 
 6 
 
58 INVERARY. 
 
 nature does for this part of the world, in the shape 
 of mountains and trees ! Many of these shady 
 groves were planted, two centuries ago, by the 
 Marquis of Argyll, who died afterwards a martyr 
 for the Presbyterian Church, and though timber to 
 the value of more than jE 100,000 has fallen during 
 the last Duke's reign, who likewise sold ^£300,000 
 of land, yet a drive through the Roebuck Park, 
 Glenshira, Glenaray, and Glen Douglas, will show 
 you, that while the ranks are sadly thinned, some 
 fine old veterans yet survive the havoc, and are now 
 in safe protection, as their lives might be insured to 
 any amount under the present Duke, who is a con- 
 servative in woods and forests, as much as in 
 politics. When the late Duke's health was drank 
 at an Inverary public dinner, under the old family 
 designation of " M'Caillain More," he rose amidst 
 enthusiastic plaudits to return thanks, but suddenly 
 struck by the change which his own extravagance 
 had made in the fortunes of his ancient family, he 
 silently sunk back in his chair, and burst into tears. 
 The most thankless labour on earth is, to at- 
 tempt describing scenery, therefore I shall not put 
 you out of breath with a scramble to the summit of 
 Duniquaich, 800 feet high, and wooded to the top 
 ^vith real trees, not mere bushes, where tourists seem 
 to mount for no better purpose than to inscribe their 
 own insignificant names, (of which we cannot but 
 
INVERARY. 59 
 
 wonder to see any one vain,) on the rocks, and in a 
 little antique tower, where chalk, pencils, and pen- 
 knives have done their utmost to immortalize the 
 industrious writers. 
 
 An English grumbler, whom we encountered 
 here, confessed that he actually lost his way in " a 
 forest !" and perpetrated a pun on the occasion, 
 saying, " he was lost in a maze" — that he had gone 
 up our hills, " merely to run them down again ;" add- 
 ing a gratuitous remark, "that Blenheim was a much 
 larger house than In verary, and that the Duke of Dev- 
 onshire had considerably finer trees than any here." 
 We yielded both these points with the most exem- 
 plary candour, and he then looked round the shady 
 path, remarking, that it w^as a relief anywhere to 
 lose sight of the sea, as he \7as perfectly tired of 
 looking at it ! But when asked if this landscape 
 was completely to his mind, he answ^ered with cha- 
 racteristic humour, " The grass is perhaps rather too 
 green !" 
 
 I could scarcely have conceived, indeed, that 
 green could exhibit so gaudy a variety of tints as 
 the park and trees did here ! The contrasts of 
 colour formed a brilliant mosaic, pale delicate pea- 
 green, and rich brown shades mingling \\dth the 
 nearly black firs, and all showing each other off to 
 the greatest advantage. If you ever plant trees, 
 and have an extravagant spendthrift for your heir, 
 
60 INVERARY. 
 
 let them all be beeches, not from any compliment to 
 their merit, but because the timber being of little 
 value, their lives are sure to be spared, for among 
 trees, as well as among men, it is generally the best 
 that go first, and the refuse remain behind ! How 
 humble and pathetic was the exclamation of a 
 Christian, who had survived all his cotemporaries, 
 " They had wings to soar, and are fled, — I had none, 
 and am left behind." Men, trees, and houses, all 
 have flourished and decayed here in the long lapse 
 of centuries; but one single object has remained 
 unaltered — a grey, hoary Druid's stone raises its 
 aged head in the park, and has maintained that sol- 
 itary position unhurt amidst the war of elements, 
 and the wreck of matter, being of older descent 
 than even M'Caillain More himself ; but as it is cer- 
 tain death in the Highlands to disturb a Druid's 
 cairn, we kept at a respectful distance. I rever- 
 ence all those old superstitious observances, and 
 would "nod to every magpie," or pick up every 
 pin, rather than brave the inevitable misfortunes 
 threatened in the Highlands to those who pass 
 either unnoticed. 
 
INVERARY. 
 
 Invekary Inn. 
 
 Should once the world resolve to abolish 
 All that's ridiculons and foolish, 
 It would have nothing left to do 
 To apply in jest or earnest to ! 
 
 Butler. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — Having an invaluable stock 
 of leisure on hand, I now proceed to bestow an hour 
 of it on you, though my opportunities of observation 
 are not, perhaps, much more ample than those of 
 the Irishman, who said he knew all about the French 
 Court, having once seen Louis XIV. riding at 
 Versailles. 
 
 The famous Soame Jenyns used to remark, that it 
 cost him exactly ^£300 a-year to be cheated good- 
 humouredly, without losing his temper, and that he 
 thought it well worth the money ; but very few travel- 
 lers go about the world on liberal principles like these, 
 for I believe there is more grumbling than cheating in 
 the Highland inns ; and having heard many tourists 
 in a complaining key, I must say, that here we have 
 found London comforts, with certainly nothing like 
 London prices, and the innkeeper has actually a 
 marine villa, about half a mile distant, for his chil- 
 6* 
 
62 INVERARY. 
 
 dren's sea-bathing quarters, that the house may be 
 kept perfectly neat and quiet ! 
 
 In our sitting-room here, the ladies of Inverary 
 have placed a large open chest, filled with dolls, 
 bags, drawings, and purses, enough to have furnished 
 a superb stall in any bazaar, with their prices an- 
 nexed, and a written notice hung up, that these arti- 
 cles are to be sold for charitable purposes, while 
 the landlady is ready to charge any article in the bill 
 that we may happen to fancy. I was informed, when 
 depositing the price of a reticule, that, last summer, 
 this little shop, without a shopkeeper, realized the 
 sum of jei4! This modest appeal to our liberahty 
 was quite irresistible, but there is so perpetual a 
 traffic going on in society now with ladies selling 
 their own manufactures for some undeniably good 
 purpose, that I often feel, like poor aunt Grizzy with 
 the shirt buttons, and would much rather pay five 
 shillings to be off the bargain, than give twenty for 
 some perfectly useless piece of frippery, like the 
 " elegant thread-papers," or paper candlesticks with 
 paper extinguishers, which seem intended to illus- 
 trate the opinion of an old lady in respect to pres- 
 ents, that "the more useless they are, the more 
 elegant." 
 
 I was amused, when sitting at the inn window, 
 to see the town-crier stroll lazily past, tolling his 
 bell, and calling aloud with the true nasal drone of 
 
INTERARY. 63 
 
 a Highlander, not very unlike a cracked bagpipe, 
 " There's a silver spoon been found in the street last 
 night! if anybody lost it, he may get it again!" 
 Several persons stopped him, pretending in jest to 
 claim it, and one individual became so very earnest 
 to ascertain whether it was " a big or a httle one," 
 that the public functionary rephed, " If ye had lost 
 it, ye would have known that," and acknowledged 
 he had not yet been allowed to see the stray article 
 himself, adding, in evident indignation, that the old 
 woman who found this treasure would not trust him 
 with a glimpse of it, but he manfully declared his 
 intention of returning immediately, to decline adver- 
 tising it any more, unless she shov/ed him the spoon 
 without reserve, adding, in a tone of injured dignity, 
 " she wouldn't even tell me if it was a toddy-ladle, 
 or a tea-spoon !" Diogenes tried all his life in vain 
 to find an honest man, but we flatter ourselves that 
 among womankind there would never have been so 
 lamentable a scarcity, and especially now, when we 
 may point w^th triumph to Inverary. 
 
 The late Duke of Argyll, like the majority of 
 noble Scottish proprietors, was almost entirely an 
 absentee ; and, if a muster-roll were called over in 
 Great Britain and Ireland of every landlord's name, 
 how few in their own places could answer, "here!" 
 One gentleman, on the look-out for a countiy resi- 
 dence, assm-ed us he had inspected about fifty, each 
 
64 INVERARY. 
 
 SO desirable, that he would like to have taken them 
 all, while the owners had vanished to the Continent. 
 There, in a miserable lodging, they Mall probably 
 waste their existence on amusement instead of hap- 
 piness, taking the shadow for the substance, — admir- 
 ing side-scenes at the theatre, instead of their own 
 magnificent landscapes, — seeing their children grow- 
 ing up around them without heart or principle, — 
 frequenting the opera-house, instead of the church, — 
 going through life without usefulness, and suffering 
 death without consolation. It is a mournful ex- 
 change, and even with respect to minor comforts, I 
 never can fancy the advantage of possessing orna- 
 mental vases instead of wash-hand basins, gilded 
 ceilings instead of carpets, and marble statues in- 
 stead of livery servants, " mais chacun a son gofft.^^ 
 Those only can estimate pleasures who have tried 
 them, and perhaps when you and I succeed to our 
 great estates, we may learn, like other landed proprie- 
 tors, to hate the sight of them. As Lord Bacon re- 
 marks, " It is a melancholy state, having nothing 
 more to desire, and a thoLisand things to fear." The 
 most wretched feeling of all is, the want of a want ; 
 and I often think that poultry, which are, we know, 
 unable to exist without swallowing a daily portion 
 of stones and gravel, might aptly illustrate our ab- 
 solute necessity for hardships and difficulties. As 
 men are not born to sit down perfectly satisfied any- 
 
INVERARY CASTLE. 65 
 
 where in this world, I suppose the very perfection of 
 all those beautiful castles, villas, and cottages so 
 generally abandoned, leads to satiety and weariness ; 
 but I should like to convince myself by experience, 
 that all my theories of " almost perfect happiness" 
 are fallacious. Probably no one would have believed 
 that the beautiful fruit in the garden of Hesperides 
 was unpalatable till he tasted it, and, as far as one 
 can guess externally, the proprietor of a noble estate, 
 residing among an attached and grateful tenantiy, 
 might require the admonition of Philip's slave, 
 " Remember you are mortal," in order to moderate 
 his interest in all around him, when gazing on the 
 patrimony bequeathed to him hy his ancestors, and 
 about to be inherited by his children. Few have 
 more cause for pleasurable feelings than the present 
 Duke of Argyll, successor to a long line of noble 
 progenitors, and inheriting a place so abounding in 
 natural beauty and in historical interest as Inverary, 
 where the family of Argyll exercised an almost regal 
 influence, which has made their name conspicuous 
 in every page of our Scottish annals. When sur- 
 rounded by the scene of their many bold exploits, I 
 scarcely could grudge their memory the triumph of 
 that old song, written in derision of our clan, " The 
 Campbells are coming, the Sinclairs are running." 
 
 Inverary Castle is a dark, handsome, square 
 building, with massy round towers at each corner, 
 
6G INVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 and was founded in 1745, an odd year to choose 
 for building a residence, when so many in Scotland 
 were at that very time destroyed ; but the Duke of 
 Argyll took, as it tm^ned out, the safe side on that 
 occasion, rightly preferring, like so many of his 
 ancestors, his religion even to his loyalty ; and as 
 two of his predecessors laid their heads on the block 
 for the Protestant faith, he was equally true to his 
 principles, though fortunately so great a sacrifice 
 did not turn out to be necessary. 
 
 If the sunk story of Inverary Castle could but 
 make itself visible, the house would be amazingly 
 improved, as it only wants drawing up to acquire a 
 suitable degree of ducal dignity and magnificence ; 
 and it is likewise considerably shortened by a singu- 
 lar looking plantation of laurel, a solid mass of 
 which entirely surrounds the house, cutting off sev- 
 eral feet from the apparent height of the walls. 
 The whole bed of these evergreens is clipped so 
 perfectly flat on the top, that you might almost 
 drive a waggon over the surface, and at stated dis- 
 tances a narrow grass walk intersects them, the 
 whole being surrounded by a strong iron railing. 
 We stood for several minutes conjecturing what 
 could have been the origin of this curious deformity, 
 and guessed every cause except the right one. It 
 could scarcely be a cover for game so near the 
 liouse ; it could never have been intended as an or- 
 
IXVERARY CASTLE. 67 
 
 nament; and at last we endeavoured, but in vain, 
 to fancy that it was planned in the form of the fam- 
 ily arms ; but after making twenty mistakes, a cice- 
 rone came to our relief, a perfect sybil, who solved 
 the enigma. This labyrinth was planted by the 
 late Duchess to keep off beggars ! All the poor 
 of Inverary had been so liberally relieved at the 
 Castle formerly, that they became extremely trouble- 
 some, besieo;ino; all the doors and w^indows in atti- 
 tudes of supplication, and remaining so long, that, 
 like the American beggar, their shadows might have 
 remained on the w^all an hour after they departed. 
 This fortification of laurel was a very gentle hint to 
 the assailants, and characteristic of the Argyll fam- 
 ily, who are peculiarly considerate to the poor, a 
 pleasing instance of which was pointed out to me 
 here. Between the Duke's park wall and the high- 
 road lies a narrow stripe of waste ground, which 
 the late Duke allowed to be enclosed with neat 
 wooden palings, and divided into little gardens for 
 the poor of Inverary, who pay a nominal rent, to 
 give them the feeling of tenants, and cultivate what 
 fruit or vegetables they please. Romantic little 
 arbours have been raised in each enclosure; the 
 gates are all painted green ; the busy hum of bees 
 is heard in every garden ; and the Duke's park wall 
 is here covered w^th apple and pear trees belonging 
 to the poor, among whom a keen spirit of compe- 
 
68 mVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 tition prevails ; and I saw several men, women, and 
 boys, diligently plying the busy spade, among their 
 own fresh green cabbages and currants, all healthy, 
 cheerful, and contented. Much old-fashioned clan- 
 ishness of feeling still remains in this neighbour- 
 hood, where the people frequently mention their 
 chief with brightening countenances ; and they say 
 that no instance is known on the estate of an old 
 tenant being superseded. The grounds of Inverary 
 are so perfectly open to strangers, that you would 
 be apt to forget they do not belong to yourself; and 
 the public coach here has leave to drive through 
 the park, that travellers may enjoy the view, which 
 really seems rather an unconunon instance of cour- 
 tesy. We saw the stage-coach in full career among 
 the stately trees, and a most primitive vehicle it was, 
 containing three rows of benches on a platform, ar- 
 ranged exactly like a box at the theatre on wheels, 
 with no canopy, and drawn by three rough, uncouth, 
 awkward-looking horses, yoked unicorn fashion. 
 
 An English passenger complained to A that 
 
 our chmate was quite incomprehensible, as the 
 clouds became sometimes so exceedingly heavy and 
 dark, mthout producing a drop of rain, that he ac- 
 tually burdened himself often with an umbrella when 
 it turned out quite unnecessary ! This was a serious 
 grievance undoubtedly ; but those massy clouds 
 which he criticised, when bathed in a stream of 
 
INVERARY CASTLE. 69 
 
 sunshine, and lighted with brilliant tints of gold and 
 crimson, produced a splendour of effect which any 
 clear Italian sky might vainly attempt to equal ; 
 and in the far north, when the amora borealis shoots 
 through the air in long lances of red and blue flame, 
 you might fancy the banners of the Almighty float- 
 ing across the firmament. 
 
 When we applied for admission at Inverary Cas- 
 tle, the chatty old housekeeper seemed really glad 
 of an opportunity to practise her mother tongue, 
 being situated here somewhat like a post-captain at 
 sea, who meets none but inferiors, with whom it 
 would be a breach of etiquette to associate ; and she 
 was so full of family legends, and almost forgotten 
 stories, that if you had pricked her finger, a High- 
 land tradition would have flowed out immediately. 
 
 The entrance-hall at Inverary Castle, the whole 
 height of the house, is fitted up as an armory, deco- 
 rated with a large circle of one hundred and fifty 
 muskets, now on half pay, not having seen any 
 service since they assisted to place the tottering 
 crown on a Protestant head at the battle of Cullo- 
 den. Underneath them lies a billiard table, the 
 balls on which have been used in many more recent 
 conflicts, and above is a gallery, where a military 
 band used to perform in the evening when the late 
 Puke and Duchess were at home, 
 
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70 INVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 I have so often visited these pictures, that they 
 seemed almost to smile upon me as an old friend, and 
 you will seldom behold a circle of more magnificent 
 looking personages, all as noble in appearance as 
 they were in rank. I sometimes wonder what has 
 become of the fine large aquiline noses people used 
 to wear long ago ! I never yet saw one upon any 
 face that seemed to me too large ; but you might 
 suppose a carpenter's plane had levelled those of the 
 present day, they are so inferior in altitude to some 
 of the ancient Earls here, who look hke the lords of 
 a hundred fortresses, frowning upon their vassals 
 with stern authority. 
 
 The heads of great families formerly seem all 
 to have been nicknamed by some personal pecuHarity. 
 In the Sutherland dynasty the colour of the hair 
 decided this point, and they had " The Red Earl, 
 the Grey Earl, and the Black Earl ;" but the Argyll 
 family are discriminated according to mental gifts, 
 " The Good Duke, and the Great Duke." Great as 
 the Great Duke was, however, in his own day, he is 
 indebted for most of his modern celebrity to Jeannie 
 Deans ! Fame lent her trumpet, for a time, to Sir 
 Walter Scott, allowing him to revive the nearly for- 
 gotten memory of several grandees in Scottish his- 
 tory. Poets and novelists are the real arbiters of 
 notoriety. Biu-ns immortalized a single daisy, and 
 
INVERARY CASTLE. 71 
 
 the Great Unknown re-produced the Duke of Argyll, 
 
 who was fading away to oblivion in a kingdom which 
 
 seemed once unable to exist without him, — 
 
 Argyll, the nation's whole thunder born to wield, 
 And shake alike the senate and the field. 
 
 For Scotland he always stood up at court with a bold- 
 ness that endangered his favour with their Majesties. 
 When Queen Caroline was regent in the absence of 
 George the Second in Hanover, being angry w^ith 
 the Scotch on account of the Porteous mob, she 
 contemptuously asked what sort of people the High- 
 land lairds were, when he replied, " Like German 
 Princes, very poor and very proud ;" and when she 
 threatened to turn Scotland into a hunting-field, the 
 Duke significantly rephed, " In that case I shall go 
 and get my hounds ready to meet your Majesty." 
 On one occasion, George the Second becoming irri- 
 tated at his vehement defence of Scotch prerogatives, 
 snatched off his Grace's wig and threw it into the 
 fire. The Duke instantly retorted, by throwing the 
 King's in also, and some attendants behind the door 
 hearing a scuffle, rushed in to ascertain the cause, 
 when his Majesty, having recovered his presence of 
 mind and good hmnour, called out, " It was only the 
 Duke, for a frohc, who threw his wig into the fire, 
 and I, to keep him in countenance, threw mine after 
 it." When George the Third was angry, he used 
 to kick his wig all round the room. 
 
72 INVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 The Duchesses of Argyll were invariably hand- 
 some, and bequeathed an inheritance of beauty to 
 all their descendants. It is difficult to say whether 
 the ci-devant Miss Bellenden, or Miss Gunning 
 would have shone most resplendently, as Queen of 
 Beauty at a Tournament, and I could not but think 
 how each must successively have embellished and 
 enjoyed those gardens and saloons at Inverary, sur- 
 rounded by all that renders domestic life attractive ; 
 but the family motto, " I can scarcely call these 
 things our own," reminds us of a solemn truth. 
 The nearer mortals approach to perfect happiness, 
 the more do their spirits become touched by the af- 
 fecting remembrance that the miracle cannot last, 
 and that the brightness of such a noon is but the 
 harbinger of night. Their beauty and splendour 
 belong now to the history of long-vanished years ! 
 When a w^ould-be-wit once saw that lovely picture 
 at Belvoir Castle, representing the most celebrated 
 beauty of George the Third's court, he clandestinely 
 altered the inscription, making it no longer " Isa- 
 bella," but " Was-a-bella, Duchess of Rutland !" 
 Here Miss Gunning's portrait gives one the idea of 
 perpetual youth and beauty, though her reception of 
 Bos well, when he visited at Inverary, shows she 
 was not always gracious. Having been previously 
 married to the Duke of Hamilton and Brandon, Dr. 
 Johnson called her " a Duchess of three tails !" and 
 
INVERARY CASTLE. 73 
 
 since then, all her four sons have been Dukes. The 
 lovely Maiy Bellenden is smihng most bewitchingly, 
 opposite to her very stern, iron-visaged husband, 
 one of the most grim-looking ancestors that I know 
 by sight, but perhaps he might be annoyed at hav- 
 ing the trouble to sit. I like the plan of your old 
 friend, who made it a rule, for the information of his 
 family, always when he felt out of humour, to put on 
 a white hat, and then there could be no mistake. 
 Some people of our acquaintance would never be 
 without one ! A poem was published long ago, on 
 the first Earl of Ai'gyll and Lord of Lorn, calling him 
 Earl of Guile and Lord Forlorn. 
 
 Here we saw a melancholy melo-dramatic look- 
 ing portrait representing the Marquis of Argyll, 
 who placed the crown on Charles the Second's 
 head at Scone, and afterwards, having sided 
 with the Presbyterians, suffered death on the 
 same guillotine which also beheaded his son, the 
 Earl, four and twenty years afterwards. It was 
 originally provided from France by the Regent Earl 
 of Morton, who was the first to suffer death by it in 
 1581. This instrument, commonly called " The 
 Maiden," is still to be seen at the Antiquarian Mu- 
 seum in Edinburgh. The Christian calmness of the 
 Marquis in the hour of death was truly exemplary. 
 He remarked, " I had the honour to place the crown 
 upon the King's head, and now he hastens me to a 
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74 INVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 better crown than his own," and his admonition to 
 the clergy may be useful to those of any generation, 
 " We must either sin, or suffer, — for myself, I prefer 
 temporal to eternal death." 
 
 When the brave and gallant Montrose was 
 dragged along the Canongate some years before 
 that time, to be ignominiously executed, a balcony 
 is still shown, in w^hat was then the Earl of Moray's 
 house, where the Marchioness of Argyll, who had 
 arrived to celebrate her son's marriage to Lord Mo- 
 ray's daughter, looked out to witness the downfall 
 of her husband's opponent, and actually spit upon 
 him ! This gives no very refined idea of what Mar- 
 chionesses were in those primitive days, especially 
 when they meddled with politics, and I could not 
 but wonder whether any feeling of self-reproach af- 
 terwards arose, when she attended her own husband 
 in prison, previous to his sharing the same melan- 
 choly fate. Argyll and Montrose had each burned 
 a castle belonging to the other, and for that reason, 
 Argyll generously refused to concur in the sentence 
 against his personal enemy. 
 
 We next examined a very pretty pink and white 
 picture of Mrs. Gunning, in a blue dress, seated out 
 of doors, with her powdered head uncovered, and 
 carrying a large sable muff. Do you think, to judge 
 from the costume, that she sat during winter, or in 
 summer ? Nothing riveted our attention with more 
 
IN\'ERARY CASTLE. 75 
 
 admiration of its beauty, than the porti-ait represent- 
 ing Lady Charlotte Bury as Aurora, her counte- 
 nance radiant hke a beam of hght, and she is stand- 
 ing on a cloud, dressed in flowing robes, which re- 
 semble the grey mist of morning, while her scarf is 
 as light as woven wind. She is supposed to be 
 stepping forward, and gracefully scattering flowers 
 over the world, but books would now have been 
 more suitable. 
 
 The handsome Duke of Hamilton's pictiu-e by 
 Battoni, painted in Italy before he was of age, looks 
 as if the Apollo Belvidere had condescended, for 
 one day, to put on a court dress, and to sit for his 
 picture, in silk stockings and buckles. We are 
 generally told, that he was about the handsomest 
 human being who ever appeared on the earth. 
 When abroad, his travelling tutor was the celebrated 
 Dr. Moore, who obtained, with great difficulty, a 
 dispensation for his pupil, before being presented at 
 Rome, not to kiss the Pope's toe, on being informed 
 of which uncommon privilege, his Grace angrily 
 exclaimed, " I would on no account omit the cere- 
 mony ! That was the only thing I wanted to see 
 the old woman for !" In his last illness, the Duke's 
 favourite amusement was, when two of his servants 
 read aloud to him alternately, both speaking in the 
 strongest provincial accents of their native coun- 
 tries, the one being from Cmnberland, and the other 
 
/b INVERARY CASTLE. 
 
 from Somersetshire. I should have recommended a 
 third from Aberdeenshire ; and the plan might then 
 be a useful hint to invalids, if they were, like the 
 patient mentioned in the Arabian Nights, who could 
 never be cured unless he were made to laugh. No- 
 thing can be more melancholy than the beautiful 
 epitaph on Douglas, Duke of Hamilton, by Mr. 
 Dunlop, which ends with these reproachful lines, — 
 
 Oh ! gifts neglected, talents misapplied, 
 Favours contemned, and fortune unenjO)^ed ; 
 Here baffled Nature stands dejected by, 
 And hails the shade of Douglas with a sigh. 
 
 Inverary Castle excels in tapestry, and the draw- 
 ing-room is, as Mrs. Malaprop would say, " full of 
 goblins," all first-rate, the figures being grouped in 
 easy, graceful attitudes, though rather discoloured, 
 while the flowers, unlike flowers in general, have 
 never faded. The large architectural-looking gilt 
 chairs are so massy, they could scarcely be called 
 moveables, the covers worked entirely over with 
 garlands of roses ; and in the breakfast-room hangs 
 some excellent Flemish tapestry, representing the 
 shooting of wild ducks, in which the sportsman 
 seems evidently missing his aim, and the birds look 
 mightily unconcerned. You may live in this room 
 a year, and not discover a door cut in the tapestry, 
 which leads to an inner room, most romantically 
 secret and unobservable, to commemorate which, 
 Mrs. Radcliffe would have written some mysterious 
 
IN\''ERARY CASTLE. 77 
 
 adventure. From the window there is a charming- 
 view, which you would not easily tire of gazing at. 
 Among the gay visiters of a former generation in 
 these rooms, an amusement was long earned on of 
 conducting a domestic newspaper, containing all 
 the adventures which daily occurred to the parties 
 themselves. Contributions were deposited every 
 morning anonymously in a box, to which the editor 
 alone had access, and nothing could be more amu- 
 sing than the wit displayed in many of the articles. 
 At length, however, they became rather too per- 
 sonal, and were finally discontinued, on a gentleman 
 becoming seriously oiFended, who, being afflicted 
 with rather too long a nose, found a paragraph, an- 
 nouncing the safe arrival of Mr. R 's nose, and 
 
 that the rest of his person might be expected in a 
 few hours. 
 
 My letter is growing longer than a double num- 
 ber of the Times, therefore I must now set seriously 
 about stopping. We find so much to see, that I 
 seldom have an hour to sit down, except the few 
 minutes occupied in writing to you, and if the wish 
 to entertain could ensure its own success, you would 
 have no reason to tire ; but I shall some day be say- 
 ing to my correspondents, like a tedious old lady 
 once to her family, who had become exceedingly 
 bad listeners, " I do not ask much of my friends, — 
 only to occupy their sole and undivided attention." 
 
DALMALLY. 
 
 Exiles from the town, who have been driven 
 
 To gaze, instead of pavement, upon grass, 
 
 And rise at nine instead of long eleven. 
 
 Byron. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — You may have observed it 
 mentioned in the last Edinburgh Courant, that a 
 sheet of paper has been made at Cowan's manufac- 
 tory one mile and a half long ! It would suit me 
 exactly this morning, when I have so much to say, 
 that your post-bag will need to have a large addition 
 built to it, especially now when w^e are only to pay 
 a penny for our letters, or rather, I am told, we are 
 to be paid something by the very liberal ministry for 
 taking the trouble to receive letters at all. 
 
 Ossian was in this country some time before us, 
 therefore w^e must not attempt entirely to supersede 
 his writings, as poems are like wine, the older the 
 better, and it might perhaps be difficult to hit off 
 anything better, especially as a eulogium in prose 
 on mountains is not half so bearable as a rhapsody 
 in verse. We alw^ays rise with the sun, and travel 
 as long as he does, generally averaging about six in 
 the morning for setting out ; but after this tour, I 
 propose to spend some time in the Castle of Indo- 
 
DALMALLY. 79 
 
 lence, and shall perhaps be tempted to imitate the 
 plan of a half-pay officer, who desired always to be 
 awakened at six for parade, merely that he might 
 have the pleasm-e of thinking he need not get up. 
 
 This morning, by peep of day, we were thread- 
 ing our way through the hills to Dalmally, W'here 
 mountains and clouds were nearly meeting, though 
 their purple outlines continued distinct, and the whole 
 scene looked dark and gloomy, as if we had spilled 
 a bottle of ink over it. Certainly a little sunshine is 
 cheerful sometimes! Ben Cruachan, the loftiest 
 mountain among the Alps of Argyleshire, looked 
 like a great black thunderbolt that moment hurled 
 to the earth, and it has a special right to be admired, 
 ha\'ing been honourably noticed by Burke, in his 
 essay on the Sublime and Beautiful. There are not 
 many hills to compare with this, standing three thou- 
 sand feet above the level of the ocean; and on so 
 gigantic an eminence, a great variety of sea-shells 
 are to be found, which must have been deposited 
 there during the deluge. These cotemporaries of 
 Noah w^ere w^ell worth collecting, to adorn your 
 museum, if w^e could have spared five minutes to run 
 up for them ; but after lying there so long at rest, 
 it would be cruel to disturb their repose, as I have 
 no new geological theory to establish or upset. One 
 of the mountains in this neigbourhood is called Ben 
 Mak'money, but I guess it is not a ver)-' lucrative 
 
bO DALMALLY* 
 
 property, as the rent would be, to all appearance, 
 exorbitant at twopence a-year, and the poet wisely 
 remarks, 
 
 " What's the worth of any thing, 
 But so much money as 'twill bring 1" 
 
 The Tourist's Guide Book desired us to expect 
 a charming view along this valley, which had not, 
 as w^e proceeded, much to boast of; and the same 
 misleading informant asserted, that the road along 
 Loch Awe seemed arranged on purpose to conceal 
 its beauties, whereas it meandered very tastefully 
 over hills and glens in graceful festoons, tucked up 
 in some places, and sweeping down elsewhere, in a 
 manner very becoming to the country, but exceed- 
 ingly fatiguing to our one horse. We w^alked up 
 the steep ascents in consideration of Mr. Martin's 
 act, for the sake of our hard-working quadruped, 
 and I would quite as willingly have walked down 
 for our own sakes, as we frequently seemed on the 
 point of finding a short cut to the bottom, sending 
 the gig before the horse. Some parts of the country 
 are very bare, and before the heather is in flower, it 
 looks so dry and scorched, there seems no vitality 
 left ; but now that ladies take guns on the moors, 
 as well as gentlemen, I w^ould have seen it to more 
 advantage with a gun in my hand during August. 
 Did you hear of a great sportswoman who lately 
 
INISHAIL. 81 
 
 distinguished herself by shooting a noble red-deer, 
 and when it fell, she fainted! Perhaps if she 
 had fainted first, it might have been more to the 
 purpose ! 
 
 The old Cistercian monastery of Inishail, alias 
 the Beautiful Isle, stands on the edge of Loch Awe, 
 quite roofless and deserted. " All green and wildly 
 fresh without, but worn and grey beneath." Now 
 that the Roman Catholics are so rapidly rising into 
 supremacy again, perhaps a colony of monks may 
 once more retire there, to waste their useless exist- 
 ences in a life of selfish indolent seclusion, supplying 
 the want of heartfelt spiritual devotion by the mere 
 pomp and ceremony of external forms. If by shut- 
 ting out the world, we could close out its sorrows 
 and temptations, this Avould certainly be the very 
 place for such a hopeless experiment — the monks 
 having been buried alive amidst wood and water ; 
 but as old St. Jerome candidly remarked, after living 
 some time in his solitary cave, " Go where I will, 
 still Jerome is with m.e." A curious instance oc- 
 curred lately, showing the impositions unhesitatingly 
 practised by the Popish priests on their congrega- 
 tions. From the pulpit of a crowded chapel, the 
 text given out by a Roman Catholic preacher was 
 taken from St. Paul's Epistle to the Romans, when 
 he began by gravely remarking, " You see, my 
 friends! this is all addressed to the Romans! it 
 8 
 
82 KILCHURN CASTLE. 
 
 would be long enough before St. Paul would have 
 written such an epistle to Protestants !" 
 
 Kilchurn Castle, on Loch Awe, we saw next, so 
 beautifully situated on a wooded peninsula, that it 
 has become the favourite subject of landscape paint- 
 ers, two of whom, Thomson and Macculloch, the 
 best artists in Scotland, lately exhibited rival views 
 of it at the same exhibition, when parties ran high 
 respecting which had succeeded best. I wish either 
 could lend me his brush at this moment. It was 
 garrisoned by Lord Breadalbane in 1745, but has 
 since been struck by lightning ; and now a more 
 picturesque ruin you could not desire to behold in a 
 long day's journey. The fragments remaining are 
 both extensive and irregular ; besides which, they 
 belong to a story which might have been worked 
 up into a tolerable novel, or a first-rate ballad, if 
 Sir Walter Scott had found time to enlarge and 
 embellish the incidents with a few of his own pecu- 
 liar touches ; but it would really require a forty- 
 Scott power to illustrate all the romances of real 
 life we have heard in this neighbourhood. The 
 legend of Kilchurn Castle is an old story, but wears 
 well, being the more interesting as it relates to the 
 Lord of Argyll's second son, who founded the family 
 of Breadalbane. This fine old edifice was begun by 
 the first Lady Campbell of Glenorchy, during her 
 husband's absence, whose affairs having become 
 
KILCHURN CASTLE. 83 
 
 embarrassed, he had gone abroad to serve as a 
 Knight of Rhodes. In foreign warfare he distin- 
 guished himself extremely ; but nothing more being 
 heard of him during so long a period in his own 
 country, his lady, who had become very affluent, 
 began to imagine herself an inconsolable widow, 
 and determined not to remain so long. You have 
 
 heard of Mrs. P , who played at cards with her 
 
 lover the year of her husband's death, staked her 
 grief, and lost it ! Now the process in Lady Camp- 
 bell's case seems to have been quite as summary, 
 seeing she recovered her spirits on the shortest pos- 
 sible notice, and entered into a new engagement; 
 but before it could be fulfilled. Sir Colin was in full 
 progress homewards, expecting a rapturous recep- 
 tion on his return. Having one evening joined a 
 jovial party at an inn on the road, he was shocked 
 to hear a gossiping discussion respecting his own 
 supposed death, his wife's projected marriage, and 
 the splendid new castle at Kilchurn, all of which 
 seemed to his astonished ears so entirely fabulous, 
 that he must have felt on this occasion nearly as 
 much out of place as the man who attended his 
 own funeral. Nothing is more irritating than to 
 have your news disbelieved ; and the stranger who 
 related these interesting and authentic particulars 
 became highly indignant at the apparent incredulity 
 of his companion, who seemed, as the Highlanders 
 
84 KILCHURN CASTLE. 
 
 say when thoroughly perplexed, " unable to make 
 top, tail, or meal of it ;" therefore he turned to Sir 
 CoHn, and inquired what he would give to receive 
 certain proof before next day that all he had related 
 was true ; and having been promised an adequate 
 donation, he instantly disappeared. Next morning, 
 before Glenorchy w^as awake, the messenger stood 
 by his bed-side, roused him, and repeated the story 
 as he had told it before ; but seeing his auditor still 
 skeptical, the incognito angrily produced Lady 
 Campbell's w^edding-ring, bearing Sir CoUn's name 
 and her own on the circumference, and confessed, 
 that to prove he had really been within Kilchurn 
 Castle, he had stolen it off her finger while she 
 slept. Our guide, when he related this part of the 
 tale, gave a superstitious shake of the head, and re- 
 marked in an under tone, that " certainly this extra- 
 ordinary stranger was no' canny. ^^ 
 
 The knight immediately sprung upon his horse, 
 galloped off at full speed, and reached Kilchurn 
 Castle the very day and hour when his successor 
 w^as to have been declared duly elected. In the 
 disguise of a beggar, he surveyed the castle, and ap- 
 plied so importunately at the gate for leave to see 
 Lady Campbell, that the Highland serv^ants thought 
 it would be " unlucky" to refuse ; therefore they 
 prevailed on her to appear for a moment. A well 
 filled cup being brought to him, the beggar was 
 
KILCHURN CASTLE. S6 
 
 desired to pledge a bumper to the bride-elect, which 
 accordingly he did, and after draining the last drop, 
 he slipped the wedding-ring into the empty goblet, 
 and presented it to Lady Campbell, who instantly 
 observed the token, gave a startled glance at the 
 stranger, and recognised her long-lost husband. 
 We may suppose, though tradition does not enter 
 into particulars, that hysterics and all sorts of fine 
 feelings ensued, and like the conclusion of most fairy 
 tales, they lived happily ever afterwards. During 
 the present day, such a termination w^ould scarcely 
 be tolerated, as husbands make a very poor figure in 
 most novels, which seem generally written to defend 
 the misconduct and inconstancy of ladies. We find 
 the Charlotte and Werter school of morality coming 
 rapidly into fashion of late, in which every wife, 
 with a splendid home and magnificent establishment, 
 is an amiable martyr, who thinks herself so unsuita- 
 bly matched, that it seems inconceivable how she 
 ever got into the scrape of being married at all, and 
 she finds no harm in confiding her sorrows and per- 
 secutions to some sympathizing paragon of a cousin, 
 or discarded lover, for whom she feels nothing ex- 
 cept grateful regard, but with whom she of course 
 runs off at last, and the reader is expected to suffer 
 agonies of pity and commiseration, on account of a 
 denouement which the whole course of the hero- 
 ine's conduct and principles had rendered inevitable 
 8* 
 
S6 Locii Awi:. 
 
 iVoiii the (•()iiiUH'iici"ii(iit. Il \v;is ;i ^(uh\ rule jiio- 
 mulL;;il('(l loiu;' ;ii!;<), lliiil every hidy sliould siij)))<)Sii 
 there is l)u( one ^ood Imshiiiid in liie world, <iiid 
 liiat slie luis been loiiuiiiile eiioiMj^li to iiiiirry him, 
 hut modern heroines are all made to tiiink exactly 
 tlu' reveis<'. 
 
 The e()tta|!;es In this part ol" Arti;yleshire are 
 small and dilapidated, hlie ruinous hee-hivi'S, the 
 stiaw roots hein*; h<'ld on hy rojx'S, to tlie ends ol' 
 which hca\y stones are attached, rcscmhlino-, as 
 Dr. Johnson said, '" a row ol" curl papers/' I'he 
 common j)eo|)le seem generally a very diminutive 
 race, with hair as hlacU as their cattle, hut have 
 nood ii'atuies, and their manners are civil and ohli- 
 <;in<i,". Ill respect to dress, shoes, stockinsj;s, and 
 hoimets, are not mucii worn, and the lasliions t()r 
 this month are while muslm caps, dark cotton 
 oowns, made sliort and scanty in the skirt, and nei- 
 ther leather nor prunelhi for shoes ; hut I always 
 maintain, tliat lor hard-working people, the custom 
 is both wholesome and cleanly, of havintr their bare 
 leet washed daily, or perhaps hourly, in every 
 stream they pass. We were amused to hear that a 
 Mahometan, seein<( some women once, who had 
 walked nearly to church, hastily hathino; their leet 
 hel'ore drawinir on their sh()(\s and stockings, grave- 
 ly remark(>d how dillerent were the sacred ceremo- 
 nies in various countries, lor he had always been 
 
SfJOT'I'KMSMS'. 87 
 
 accustomed to thiow off liis slippers before enterlrii^ 
 a sacred edifice, but Ihmc;, he observed that our n-li- 
 gion enjoined people to ])ut th('ni on. 
 
 What strange and laughable^ inistal<es may })e 
 committed by even the most intelligent travellers, 
 when they make a few superficial inquiries, in pass- 
 ing tlu-ough a new coiinliy! An Knglish clergy- 
 man, anxious to make himself acquainted with oiu* 
 customs, and especially with Presbyterian opinions, 
 but not knowing enough of our dialect, to lie awarc^ 
 that in many parts of the; nr^rlli, tin; letter " i" is 
 ])ronounced like an " e," sto])j)ed one day wh(ae 
 some wT)men were collected round a pond of muddy 
 water, preparing il, in fjicl, for steeping lint, ;irid 
 inquired anxiously what they were doing. The 
 reply led him to suppose that some unheard-oi' jx-n- 
 ance was inflicted in the Highlands at particuhu- 
 seasons, as the women replied, with on(; iiccord, 
 " We are preparing for Lent, vSir !" I was amused 
 to be told that old Lady Perth, indignant at hearing 
 a Frenchman speak contemptuously of porridge, 
 imgrily intf^rrupted him, with an allusion to her na- 
 tional horror of frogs, saying, " Tastes differ, Sir ! 
 some folks like parritch, and others like jmddocks." 
 
 On another occasion, a strangcM* was amazed to 
 hear a strict divine, when intending to inculcat(; on 
 his congregation the propriety of receiving a hint 
 properly, deliver his advice in these words, " My 
 
88 SCOTTICISMS. 
 
 friends ! be ready at all times to take a hunt ;" and 
 I remember seeing an Englishman quite perplexed, 
 when told at a party in Scotland, that all the guests 
 were " kent people," not meaning to imply that 
 they came from the county of Kent, but merely that 
 they were well-known personages. In Scotland a 
 sore is called an " income ;" and an English tourist 
 would be rather perplexed if a beggar came up to 
 him, as an old woman did one day to me at Porto- 
 bello, asking charity, with a most pitiable counte- 
 nance, " because she had a great income on her 
 hand." A legacy to any charitable fund is called 
 a " mortification ;" and you might hear a truly be- 
 nevolent person say, in tones of exultation, that 
 " he is happy to hear the blind have got a great 
 mortification in Mr. Smith's will." If a Scotch 
 person says, " will you speak a word to me? " he 
 means, will you listen ? but if he says to a servant, 
 " I am about to give you a good hearing,^'' that 
 means a severe scold. The Highland expression 
 for two gentlemen bowing to each other, amused 
 us extremely on a late occasion, when a Scotchman 
 said to his friend, "I saw your brother last week 
 exchange hats with Lord Melbourne in Bond 
 Street!" 
 
 We are most industrious travellers, and now 
 hurried through the lands of Glenstrae, originally the 
 property of a Macgregor, till that clan was cruelly 
 
LOCH AWE. 89 
 
 proscribed. They were attacked by the Earl of 
 Argyll, and Macgregor bravely defended himself, 
 till, being reduced to the last extremity, he sur- 
 rendered on the express condition of receiving a safe 
 conduct to England. " A Highlandman's promise" 
 was formerly proverbial, being kept to the ear, though 
 not to the letter, of which this unfortunate landed 
 proprietor had painful experience. He was carried 
 quite safely to Berwick, after which, his trusty escort 
 forced him back to Edinburgh, where, for no of- 
 fence but calling his house his own, he was cruelly 
 executed, while his property, like Naboth's vineyard, 
 fell to the share of a rapacious foe. None of the 
 Highland songs are more characteristic and spirited, 
 than the melancholy w^ords of that persecuted clan, 
 " The Macgregors' Gathering." 
 
 The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, 
 And the clan has a name that is nameless by day ; 
 While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, 
 Macgregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever ! 
 
 Loch Awe is supposed to have forced a new 
 vent for itself in the direction w^e now pursued, skirt- 
 ing along the precipitous banks ; and here certainly 
 the waters have squeezed their way through, where 
 very little space could be found, between two ranges 
 of enormous clumsy-looking lumps of hills, which 
 scarcely allow room enough for a narrow track to 
 wind along. Here, as is usually the case in all the 
 
90 LOCH AWE. 
 
 most dangerous Highland roads, we had not one 
 inch of parapet ! I am become the greatest admirer 
 of a good substantial stone dike ! Our driver, as 
 drowsy as the fat boy in the Pickwick papers, fell 
 asleep every instant, on the shortest notice, unless we 
 aroused his attention by asking a question ; and you 
 would have been amused at the ingenuity with which 
 he was cross-examined about the road, as if he had 
 been a witness in a court of justice, merely to disturb 
 his slimibers, for he could have slept, like Don 
 Quixote, mounted on horseback, and leaning on 
 his lance. 
 
 The loch gradually narrowed, until it seemed 
 scarcely decided whether to be a lake or a river, but 
 improving in beauty, and at last dashing along in 
 fine style, over large precipitous rocks, while the 
 dark masses of water, rushing tumultuously past, 
 were enlivened by white feathers of foam, which 
 glittered in the sun. Gradually, however, the mist 
 darkened around the towering summits of the Ar- 
 gyleshire hills, till at last those only who can see 
 through a mill-stone, could have discerned their 
 outlines at all. 
 
 Fourteen miles from Dalmally, we reached Tay- 
 nuit, a small remote inn situated in the parish of 
 Muckairn, where our attention was first caught by 
 a tall grey stone, which we supposed to have been 
 coeval with the Druids ; but no ! — this modern an- 
 
MUCKAIRN. 91 
 
 tique turned out to be one of the numerous monu- 
 ments to Nelson, and was raised by the iron-work- 
 ers at Bunawe, at their own sole trouble and cost, 
 thus testifying a warmth of enthusiasm quite as hon- 
 ourable to his memory as any more elaborate speci- 
 men of architecture. 
 
 Here I w^as surprised to observe an excellent 
 church and manse, in most deplorable disorder, the 
 shutters all closed, the garden a picture of desola- 
 tion, and every thing apparently testifying that 
 some great calamity had occurred to cause their 
 being thus forsaken, therefore we applied to the 
 innkeeper, and afterwards to the parish schoolmas- 
 ter, whom we found digging in his own garden, to 
 enlighten us, as to what had caused this melan- 
 choly aspect of affairs. It turns out to have been 
 all occasioned by a veto perplexity, which has kept 
 this parish unoccupied during two years. The 
 church of Muckairn is in the gift of Government, 
 and a vacancy having occurred in August, 1837, 
 four clergymen named by the state arrived to ex- 
 hibit their powers in the pulpit, for the purpose of 
 pleasing their auditors, and gaining their election 
 to the vacant charge. Not one of these candidates, 
 however, gave, or could by possibility have given 
 the smallest satisfaction, because the congregation 
 had previously determined to favour a farmer's son 
 in their own neighbourhood, and thus it has hap- 
 
92 MUCKAIRN. 
 
 pened, as in old times, when a partial veto law was 
 once allowed to exist, that parishes remained vacant 
 sometimes for several years. Meantime, one of the 
 four Government nominees at Muckairn has col' 
 lected, after great canvassing among the numerous 
 persons entitled to vote, eight signatures, which are 
 intended to pass for a " harmonious call," in conse- 
 quence of which our informants seem to think this 
 active candidate will be precipitated into the pulpit 
 of Muckairn. At present that parish has fallen into 
 a state of temporary heathenism, having only been 
 favoured with miscellaneous preaching one Sunday 
 in three weeks from the Argyleshire Presbytery, so 
 that the poor ignorant Highlanders may be apt to 
 say like the American peasants, " We are not Chris- 
 tians, because w^e have no opportunity." 
 
 As no clergyman's principles and abilities, even 
 in respect to preaching, can be duly weighed at a 
 popular election or rejection, to be decided by a 
 single sermon, private visitation of the sick and 
 dying, which is far more laborious, and equally im- 
 portant, may probably fall into great disuse, and 
 meantime the poor people of Muckairn are in many 
 instances now sinking into the grave without benefit 
 of clergy. There surely must be something amiss 
 in any law which produces so lamentable a result, 
 and therefore even if it be the law of the land, there 
 seems no advantage in reviving it. 
 
MUCKAIRN. 93 
 
 In the supplementary chapel of A , a case 
 
 somewhat similar to that of Muckairn lately occmTed. 
 Three candidates were named to compete before the 
 people, two of whom gained over large bodies of 
 keen partisans, but the third had only one advocate. 
 An eager contest arose, much angry feeling ensued, 
 each party threatened to become dissenters, and at 
 last the solitary supporter of the unpopular candi- 
 date, by hinting to each party how very probably 
 the opposite faction might succeed, induced a major- 
 ity to adopt the neutral plan, of fixing on the indi- 
 vidual who had been at first so unanimously rejected. 
 Thus the single-handed partisan worked on the 
 evil passions of others, to bring in one, who took 
 comfortable possession of the vacant chapel, and has 
 done the parish duties there ever since. 
 
 We had already passed a parish which had 
 become vacant during the late Duke of Argyll's 
 life, who received the recommendation of a suitable 
 successor, from a pious and esteemed landed propri- 
 etor in the neighbourhood, to whom his Grace re- 
 turned an answer, that being pledged to support the 
 Veto law, he had determined whichever candidate 
 sent him a requisition, signed by the largest majority 
 of voters, should receive the presentation. One of 
 the clergy went oflf, on hearing this, to the " shinty" 
 ground, where the parishioners were assembled in 
 great numbers at play, and gave a glass of whiskey 
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94 MUCKAIRN. 
 
 to each of those who would sign a petition in his 
 own favour, by which means he gained the election. 
 I know of one vote in a vacant parish having been 
 gained over from the opposite side for a pound of 
 tea, and if a hundred votes could be secured at the 
 same price, supposing the tea eight shillings a pound, 
 it would require but little arithmetic to calculate how 
 veiy cheaply a living in Scotland might soon be 
 purchased by bribery. 
 
 When Mr. Gladstone generously offered a church, 
 a school, and an endowment at his own expense to 
 the estabhshed church of Scotland, a majority of 
 pious and learned clergjimen, who had been them- 
 selves placed in pulpits by the influence of patrons, 
 thought it better to reject these important gifts, rather 
 than allow the continuance, in one instance, of that 
 power by which they had themselves been chosen ; 
 and this principle is about now to be carried out 
 respecting the whole of Scotland, where most of the 
 churches were gratuitously reared by landed proprie- 
 tors, whose representatives have since been patrons; 
 yet the very existence of our national estabhshment 
 seems apparently considered of no consequence, if 
 the clergy and patrons alone continue responsible 
 for the choice of ministers, unless the people have 
 power superior to both ; and the allegiance of every 
 individual to the sovereignty of Christ, is now tested 
 by his adherence to a law, for w^hich its very sup- 
 
MUCKAIRN. 95 
 
 porters seem unable to find any distinct warrant in 
 Holy Scripture. Doctrines and duties are there 
 usually stated with plainness proportioned to their 
 relative importance, and while the most minute di- 
 rections are given with respect to the divinely ap- 
 pointed Levitical priesthood in the Old Testament, 
 not one word is said in the New about the election or 
 rejection by universal suffrage, of Christian minis- 
 ters. It seems not sufficiently considered, that the 
 minority on such an occasion, perhaps one-third of 
 the parish, lose all their privilege, and may be those 
 who are most competent to appreciate the candidate, 
 even on scriptural grounds, and that the aged patri- 
 archs and experienced Christians of the parish may 
 be those who are entirely out-voted by noisy dema- 
 gogues and political religionists. 
 
 A good govermnent is as indispensably bound 
 to support a church, for the purpose of watching 
 over the souls of its subjects, as an army or navy to 
 protect their persons ; but if the Colonel of every 
 regiment had to canvass the men for his appoint- 
 ment, or if a Captain in the navy owed his situa- 
 tion to the suffrages of his crew, what discipline 
 could he ever hope afterwards to maintain ? We 
 never hear of children appointing their own tutors, 
 students electing the professors at college, or of na- 
 tions choosing what ambassador shall bring them 
 the terms of peace. 
 
96 MUCKAIRN. 
 
 It is acknowledged by the best Christians, that 
 the preaching of the cross of Christ is an offence to 
 the generahty of men, and yet a majority in every 
 parish is expected to be in favour of strict evangel- 
 ical doctrine ; but even if they were so, how very 
 liable is a congregation to become deceived in their 
 estimate of strangers appearing in the pulpit once 
 or twice for a special purpose ! It was discovered 
 in London thirty years ago, that, when the Hon. 
 
 and Rev. Mr. L was desirous to leave town, 
 
 and found it inconvenient therefore to preach, his 
 brother, a Colonel in the Guards, who exactly re- 
 sembled him, frequently officiated in his pulpit with- 
 out being detected, and might thus have imposed 
 upon any congregation. A lawyer or doctor could 
 learn by heart one of Mr. Melvil's sermons, as was 
 recently done by a candidate for a parish, so as to 
 please a country congregation, by delivering it 
 " extempore," and thus obtain a universal suffrage. 
 If the people could state an objection to the moral 
 or religious character of any candidate, which ap- 
 peared sufficiently important, it would then be most 
 desirable that the presbytery should have power to 
 set him aside, and that the patron should call in an- 
 other, but it surely seems a degradation from the 
 high and holy independence of a Christian minister, 
 that he should undergo the judgment of a mixed 
 congregation, who have power to reject him vdth- 
 
MUCKAIRN. 97 
 
 out rendering any reason, and that he should have 
 so strong an inducement to seek, by " the enticing 
 words of man's wisdom," a position in the Church, 
 for which he has aheady obtained the far better 
 quahfications of eight years' dihgent prayer, study, 
 and reflection, and to which he is solemnly conse- 
 crated by the approbation of learned and devout 
 clergymen. On them the responsibility of admit- 
 ting only well-qualified teachers is most emphatic- 
 ally laid in that impressive injunction, " Lay hands 
 suddenly on no man," while we see that St. Paul, 
 by his own individual authority, without reference 
 to the people, appointed Timothy and Titus to the 
 churches of Ephesus and Crete. 
 
 If " perilous times" should come, when "men 
 will not endure sound doctrine, but, after their own 
 lusts, would heap to themselves teachers, having 
 itching ears," a parish once becoming tinged "vvith 
 any false doctrine, no provision w^ould now remain 
 for reclaiming it, as every heresy, not ob\ious enough 
 to attract censure from the General Assembly, would 
 be increased by the choice of candidates, — and 
 whether it be a tendency to Antinomianism or Uni- 
 tarianism, it will be equally renewed and perpetu- 
 ated. We know that, in all other cases, the de- 
 mand causes the supply, but in respect to the preach- 
 ing of pure and holy doctrine, the clergyman hun- 
 self has to create the want which he comes to satis- 
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98 MUCKAIRN. 
 
 fy, SO that, where instruction is most needed, it will 
 be least acceptable. The most obsequious, subser- 
 vient, and manoeuvring candidate will now, in all 
 probability, cast a glamour over the poor people's 
 minds ; and even in my ow^n limited sphere of obser- 
 vation, I have already known three flagrant instan- 
 ces, w^here a tutor or a missionary has, at first, 
 almost superseded the parish clergyman in his visi- 
 tation round the district, but when at last promoted 
 to the vacant pulpit, has become notoriously careless 
 in that important respect, having been, to all ap- 
 pearance, like Sixtus V., who only stooped to look 
 for the keys of St. Peter. A patron has extensive 
 means of information respecting the character, 
 learning, and piety of those w^hom he takes the 
 responsibility of appointing ; and though there have 
 unhappily been many proprietors criminally reckless 
 of the solemn choice they were called on to make, 
 yet every institution in this world is so defective, 
 that, in all cases, there can only bea choice of evils. 
 Few would intrust the gift of a parish to any one 
 among the peasantry or manufacturers, rather than ac- 
 cept the choice of an educated and responsible patron, 
 still less does it seem desirable that the selection 
 should be committed to the whirlwind of a multi- 
 tude, whose minds will be swayed, as much as at 
 any other contested election, by stories and slanders 
 against their opponents. I was amused, not long 
 
MUCKAIRN. 99 
 
 ago, to hear of a hard-working gardener in an ob- 
 scure Highland village, who was asked, why he 
 voted against one of the candidates for that parish, 
 
 when he replied, " I never heard of Mr. M till 
 
 he came here, and, of course, if his preaching had 
 been any way remarkable, his name would be bet- 
 ter known !" In East Lothian, also, a young man, 
 with the unanimous approbation of the parish, was 
 chosen assistant to an old clergyman, but when the 
 church became vacant, and he was appointed to 
 succeed, he became rejected by a large majorit)\ 
 On the patroness expressing her surprise at this to a 
 farmer, saying, because of his known popularity she 
 had given him the living, he sharply replied, "Yes, 
 Ma'am ! but your appointing him was the very rea- 
 son we wad na' tak' him !" 
 
 Perhaps the greatest misfortune of all in this 
 new system may be, that the necessary qualification 
 for voting is„ to attend the sacrament dming three 
 years previously, which gives a new and unheard-of 
 motive to careless, or even profane men, presump- 
 tuously to partake of that holy ordinance. There 
 can be little doubt, that if the privilege to vote for a 
 member of Parliament could be obtained by similar 
 means, the very worst people are those who would 
 feel the least scruple in availing themselves of it 
 politically ; and it is too probable, that even the 
 terrors and solemnities of religion may not be suffi- 
 
100 MUCKAIRN. 
 
 cient to keep back those who are ambitious of 
 power, in bestowing the charge of a parish; for 
 even in the most Christian congregations, a great 
 deal of human nature still remains ; and if the privi- 
 lege of popular election to a church be Divinely 
 given, there certainly is no w^arrant added to exclude 
 any from voting, whether conmiunicants or not. 
 
 Our Saviour sometimes found reason to check 
 the keenness of his own apostles, when they zeal- 
 ously contended for what they deemed essential to 
 his glory, but what it was not his purpose to assume ; 
 and I cannot but think that now there are men almost 
 equally ardent, and ahnost equally single-hearted in 
 their devotion to the cause of Christ, but who are 
 equally exceeding their commission. We cannot 
 bear a higher testimony to these venerated and 
 excellent ministers, than to think, that the power 
 which raised them to eminence in the Church must 
 have had the blessing of God upon it ; and that no 
 other system will select more spiritually-minded, judi- 
 cious, or edifying pastors, to guide us unto all truth. 
 
 But these are subjects so deeply serious and im- 
 portant, that you and I are not likely to be con- 
 sulted on them. Let us then hope, that while the 
 utmost wisdom of man is now employed to rectify 
 that question of Church government which has so 
 greatly agitated the country, every Christian may 
 unite to pray that the great and only Head of our 
 
MUCKAIRN. 101 
 
 national Church will Himself direct our minds as 
 shall be most for His glory and for the good of all 
 those whose fathers have worshipped during many 
 generations in our national Church, and who would 
 still rather pluck out a right eye from our Establish- 
 ment, if the veto law can be considered one, than 
 sacrifice the whole body of our venerable and sacred 
 institution for a point of law which no text of 
 Scripture can be found to sanction. The sight of 
 this desolate parish has made me write more on a 
 public question than is perhaps allowable ; and you 
 
 will be stopping me, saying, like Mrs. E , who 
 
 heard another lady mention in company the beauty 
 of Bonaparte's hand, " You know I hate politics !" 
 I was amused lately to hear that a gentleman, who 
 voted on what we think the wrong side of this ques- 
 tion, applied one day to a lady for the loan of some 
 entertaining book to amuse his leisure during a short 
 residence in the Highlands, so in order to rectify his 
 opinions, she maliciously packed up that bulky vol- 
 ume which has recently been published on " The 
 Auchterarder Case !" Let us hope, during the 
 next debate at the General Assembly, that we shall 
 see the good it has done him. 
 
 Nearly all young persons in the Highlands are 
 now so accomplished as to speak two languages flu- 
 ently. Those who are born to use the Gaelic tongue 
 only, often start for Glasgow, the instant they have 
 
102 DUNSTAFFNAGE CASTLE. 
 
 realized the necessary funds, to " get English ;" but 
 with some elderly people, it is necessary still to use 
 an interpreter; and I was amused to hear, that 
 when a French abigail arrived lately among some 
 Lowland servants, they brought an old Highland 
 laundry-maid to associate with her, thinking that 
 two persons, each so totally unintelhgible, must 
 surely comprehend one another. 
 
 When the Highlanders observe any one out of 
 doors in extremely bad weather, they say, " Ye're 
 surely owre het at hame !" and certainly our case 
 to-day looked rather suspicious when we drove 
 along, during some hours, through an almost solid 
 mass of mist and rain, closing the eye of observa- 
 tion, and raising the umbrella of protection. At last, 
 however, a bit of blue sky, scarcely larger than a 
 turquoise, made itself visible, and gradually the eve- 
 ning cheered up and brightened, till we beheld the 
 ruins of DunstafFnage Castle, with the sunbeams 
 flitting over them, as rapidly and brilliantly as in 
 any diorama. This was formerly a royal fortress, 
 under guardianship of the Campbells ; but by some 
 contrivance or other, it at last became their property, 
 and now they have an established right of prescrip- 
 tion for some centmies at least. It was not by 
 deeds on parchment that possession was obtained, 
 in the days of claymores, bagpipes, and dirks; but 
 " might was right" in those times when a stout old 
 
DUNOLLY CASTLE. 103 
 
 Highland proprietor used to say, he would disdain 
 " to hold his lands in a sheep's skin." 
 
 The only access to this fine old castle, situated 
 on a perpendicular rock, nearly surrounded by the 
 sea, is by a narrow outside stair, like a ladder, so 
 that one man could defend the walls; and here tra- 
 dition mentions that Robert Bruce once held a Par- 
 liament, at which all the M. P.'s spoke Gaelic. 
 
 We next caught a glimpse of Dunolly Castle, 
 a finely situated place belonging to the very ancient 
 family of M'Dougall of Lorn. In these antique 
 towers, when guests were numerous and provisions 
 became scarce, the chief of M'Dougall usually 
 hoisted a table-cloth upon the battlements, which 
 fluttered in the breeze, as a signal of distress, when 
 immediately his clansmen flocked round him with 
 offerings of fish and game, a most convenient ar- 
 rangement for stocking the larder, which that fam- 
 ily should never have discontinued. 
 
 In front of Dunolly Castle stands an isolated 
 rock, called the Dog's Pillar, which rises abruptly 
 out of the sea, forming a most picturesque natural 
 steeple, the summit of which was formerly crowned 
 by a fine well-grown tree, flourishing there most 
 conspicuously until a fanciful young lady unfortu- 
 nately dreamed one night that a treasure was buried 
 beneath the root. Without a moment's delay she 
 rose, bribed a gardener to escort her up the steep 
 
104 LINHE LOCH. 
 
 ascent, and after digging most zealously for some 
 time, they at last succeeded — not in discovering the 
 expected treasure, but — in bringing the old tree 
 about their ears ! 
 
 Passing onwards, we gave a disapproving look 
 at the island of Kerrera, where we saw nothing to 
 admire, till we remembered, that though not very 
 beautiful, it belongs to history, as Alexander the 
 Second did it the honour to die there, when prepar- 
 ing to lead an expedition against Macdonald, Lord 
 of the Isles. In one respect the king's death was 
 quite a romance in the old school, as, according to 
 tradition, he saw three supernatural apparitions, who 
 warned him against advancing ; but he rashly ne- 
 glected their injunctions. 
 
 The concourse of steam-boats at Oban is so 
 great, that it has been called the Charing Cross of 
 the Highlands ; but of all the noisy, contused, and 
 mismanaged scenes I ever encountered, none can 
 compare with that of our embarkation to proceed 
 from thence to Fort- William. All the numberless 
 boats that touch at Oban are appointed to meet 
 there at one particular hour, while of course wind 
 and tide never permit one of them to keep time ex- 
 actly. The assignation takes place like a fashiona- 
 ble dinner party, where the most punctual suffer the 
 whole inconvenience, weariness, and discomfort, 
 while the latest arrivals are eagerly watched for, as 
 
LINHE LOCH. 105 
 
 an affair of supreme importance. Om* boat was the 
 first to be ready, and we waited five hours, do not 
 ask me whether patiently or impatiently, while all 
 the bright sunshine of a beautiful afternoon faded 
 into darkness. We had hoped to see Linhe Loch 
 under a blazing sun-set ; and now every house in 
 Oban looked like a manufactory on fire, the windows 
 all illuminated with the golden beams of departing 
 light, while I watched till my eyes ached for the ex- 
 pected vessels ; but after darkness had closed ai'ound, 
 and all my hopes w^ere extinguished of seeing Loch- 
 nell, Airds, Appin, and the many fine places we were 
 destined to pass by star-light, the last tardy steam- 
 boat arrived in full smoke, bellowing out a sort of 
 apology for detaining us so long; and ha\ing re- 
 ceived from the Helen Macgregor half her cargo and 
 all her passengers, w^e set off, to grope our way up 
 the Loch, with a cold wind blowing in gusts down 
 every glen. I \\ish we knew the agreeable art of 
 extracting sunbeams from cuciunbers ! 
 
 Linhe Loch is so completely land-locked, that 
 even if the wind blew double-reefed topsails else- 
 where, the sea here could never be lashed into a 
 respectable storm ; therefore I was privately much 
 amused at one lady in the cabin, who remarked, with 
 an ominous look, that " this boat had been always 
 very unlucky, and we were now coming to the most 
 dangerous part of the Loch!" 
 10 
 
106 CORAN FERRY. 
 
 Coran Ferry has some local celebrity for its 
 roughness, an amusing instance of which was men- 
 tioned. A poor soldier's w^ife having embarked for 
 America, exclaimed, with a look of unspeakable 
 thankfulness, after passing it, " Are we safe through 
 Coran Ferry ? then the worst is over !" 
 
 I am not intending to steep my pages in the 
 bloody old traditions of long vanished years, when 
 the Highland rivers ran red with gore, and the 
 mountains echoed with cries of vengeance and slaugh- 
 ter ; for in many cases, the chronicle of a butcher's 
 shambles would be almost as interesting ; but here 
 and there you must submit to be told a few long 
 " yarns," when they relate to any very characteris- 
 tic incidents not generally known. 
 
 A few miles beyond Coran Ferry is the site of 
 an old castle, which once belonged to the M'Mas- 
 ters, a clan very nearly extinguished by their neigh- 
 bours the Macleans, one of whom, in ages past, ob- 
 tained possession of those ancient walls in rather a 
 questionable way. He was a bold, daring young 
 soldier, singularly handsome, and on account 
 of the plume he wore in his bonnet, obtained a 
 nickname, which, in our day, would indicate any 
 thing but the bravery for which he was distinguished, 
 " Maclean of the white feather !" Having received 
 no adequate reward for great ser\ices rendered to 
 Macdonald, Lord of the Isles, he began to ask, like 
 
CORAN FEPvRY. 107 
 
 your friend B , " what is the use of friends who 
 
 are of no use ?" and having remonstrated angrily at 
 being thus constantly overlooked, the " Island King" 
 offered to place a troop of soldiers under his com- 
 mand, that he might help himself to any estate he 
 fancied, but whispered in his ear the very judicious 
 ad\^ice, to " loup the lowest dike he could find !" 
 Accordingly, Maclean attacked the feeble M'Mas- 
 ters, whom he conquered and slew^, seizing violent 
 possession of all their property ; but the eldest son 
 of that unfortunate chief escaped to Coran Ferry, 
 and loudly shouted for the ferryman to row him 
 across. The treacherous knave refused, and young 
 M'Master, having fled to a recess in the glen, was 
 discovered and massacred on the spot, where now 
 his cairn is still to be seen. Meanwhile the victo- 
 rious Maclean hurried to Coran Ferry, where the 
 boatman loudly boasted of the cruelty shown to his 
 late master's son, but his auditor indignantly ordered 
 the w^retch to be hung upon his oars, saying, " If 
 your old friends were treated so treacherously, how 
 would you treat me, were I in equal extremity to- 
 morrow !" Since then, if any act of bad faith 
 meets with due retribution, it is called, in this neigh- 
 bourhood, " Ferryman's justice." According to all 
 the rules of romance, Maclean of the white feather 
 should have lived miserably, and died some calami- 
 tous death, as the pimishment of his crimes, but it 
 
108 CORAN FERRY. 
 
 often interests and instructs me to observe, in actual 
 life, how almost invariably justice is postponed for 
 another world. In great things, as well as in trifles, 
 there is no justice on earth ; and this is a solemn 
 truth to remark. Men's motives and actions are 
 continually misapprehended, the faults and follies of 
 one person bring disgrace and sorrow on those who 
 have no share in them, every individual is either 
 over or under-estimated by the w^orld, or even by his 
 most intimate friends, and those who originate great 
 discoveries are often deprived of the merit by others 
 who merely adopt them. A man of arbitrary opin- 
 ions in religion persuades himself and others that he 
 is persecuted by those w^ho merely differ from him ; 
 a good tempered man undergoes the blame of begin- 
 ning a quarrel w^hich he has done all in his powder 
 to avoid ; and a superficial, ignorant man, often 
 makes a better impression in society than one of the 
 profoundest attairmients. In short, it would be end- 
 less to multiply proofs, that justice is not for this 
 w^orld, but for another and a better. 
 
 During oiu" progress up Loch Linhe, a boat was 
 sent ashore at Appin, and, as usual on such occasions, 
 became so completely overloaded, that I expected 
 every instant to see it sink. You have probably 
 seen children try how many shilKngs could be slipped 
 into a glass of water after it seemed perfectly full, 
 but the nicety required for that operation is nothing, 
 
APPIN. 109 
 
 compared to the hurrying in of trunks, baskets, boxes, 
 and people, which takes place in any nutshell of a 
 boat boarding a steam-vessel to land passengers. 
 Among the last hurried voyagers who ventured into 
 this medley, was a plainly dressed girl of the lower 
 ranks, but one of the most perfect beauties I ever 
 beheld. If it be interesting to achnire a lovely pic- 
 ture, how much more so to see a reality that excels 
 all painting, as we did on this occasion ; for, though 
 she appeared, like an apparition, only for an instant, 
 I never shall forget the momentary vision. Her long 
 black ringlets, which seemed to curl naturally, were 
 blown about in rich profusion, her profile was per- 
 fectly Grecian, she had eyes such as Cleopatra must 
 have worn, and teeth like the pearls she melted in 
 vinegar. I always suspected till now, w^hen reading 
 Burns' poems, that if we could have beheld the fair 
 subjects of his song, something coarse or vulgar in 
 their appearance would have dissolved the charm ; 
 but this young beauty of Appin might reahze our 
 most refined expectations respecting " Highland 
 Mary." What a sinking in poetry that was, when 
 Lord Byron's " Maid of Athens" married a Scotch 
 police officer, and became Mrs. Black ! 
 
 Appin House is the seat of Mr. Downie, who 
 had once also a seat in Parliament. The late Duke 
 of Argyll used always to introduce that gentleman 
 in society as being the proprietor of the most beau- 
 tiful place in Scotland ; and the grounds seem 
 10* 
 
110 BEN NEVIS. 
 
 charming, though not shown off to much advantage 
 in the dark, as I merely descried a white house, ap- 
 pearing like a ghost through the mist, and behind a 
 dark mass of what we were credibly informed is fine 
 wood, and beautiful park scenery. No place looks 
 so well from the sea as elsewhere, because the undu- 
 lating valleys and flat grounds are lost, and nothing 
 is visible from beneath but a compressed view^ of 
 the more prominent points and elevations. 
 
 Long after midnight, we had a most comfortless 
 arrival at Fort William, where the inn-keeper and 
 his aids-de-camps were all unwillingly roused from 
 their sleep to give us admission, and grumblingly 
 opened a door, by which we entered one of the 
 worst inns I ever yet encountered. The windows 
 were without shutters, the beds without curtains, the 
 doors without bolts, the floors without carpets, and 
 the candlesticks without extinguishers, but in the 
 latter case we were expected perhaps to do like vis- 
 iters in the great inns at Harrogate, who throw their 
 candles out of the window at night, when done 
 with them. King James said he had founded Fort 
 William " to civihze the Highlands," but I wish he 
 could have civilized the inn likewise, and diminished 
 the parish, which is said to be sixty miles long. 
 
 Near this we saw the steep sides of Ben Nevis, 
 the summit of which is covered over with a shining 
 table-cloth of snow, and our host, who seemed to 
 think, like Madam de Maintenon, that a story would 
 
FORT WILLIAM. Ill 
 
 compensate for the want of a dinner, related at 
 great length the adventure of the Duchess of Buc- 
 cleuch and her friends, who lost their way last year, 
 when ascending this hill, the name of which he 
 always pronounced " Ben Knavish." This anecdote 
 is evidently his favourite subject of conversation, and 
 after the tale has been circulated a few years longer, 
 with the addition of as many wings, legs, and arms, 
 as an incident of the kind usually acquires, it will 
 grow by degrees into a very fine tradition, which 
 might almost do for the stage, including a represen- 
 tation of the farmer who went out to rescue the 
 party, glimmering a lantern, and ringing a dinner- 
 bell, to guide the wanderers into safer quarters. A 
 young lady, whose friends were missing some time 
 ago, under very alarming circumstances, expressed 
 the greatest astonishment at seeing the consternation 
 of those around, observing, as she chew her chair 
 comfortably towards to fii^e, " At the very worst, you 
 know, their bodies will be brought home !" 
 
 After a short but comfortless sejour at Fort Wil- 
 liam, we enjoyed the only pleasure that the inn 
 there can afford to travellers, and that is, to get 
 away. We were furnished with a drosky, di'awn by 
 the most miserable, perverse looking donkey of a 
 horse I ever saw in harness. We should have re- 
 quired a red hot poker to set him off, for he seemed 
 as immoveable as the church steeple; but, never- 
 theless, the hostler stood holding his head, as if he 
 
112 FORT WILLIAM. 
 
 would run away the next moment, and assured me 
 he was " a capital goer." As all the post-horses 
 were already engaged, we resolved to try any expe- 
 riment rather than delay our escape from Fort 
 William, and proceeded forward at a funeral pace, 
 the driver protesting that the anunal was only lazy 
 and obstinate. I sat hoping the best for a mile or 
 two, but became at last perfectly fatigued with 
 seeing the postboy's efforts to get on, and alighted 
 to walk the remaining five miles of our journey to 
 Coran Ferry, wishing the driver would place his 
 unhappy steed inside the carriage, and draw it on 
 himself. Now, at last, we had leisure to enjoy the 
 beauties of a most enchanting road, instead of suf- 
 fering agonies of sympathy for a poor quadruped, 
 probably dead before this time, or the owner ought 
 to be prosecuted under Mr. Martin's act. It is 
 painful to reflect, even for a moment, on all that 
 mankind have to answer for, in the eye of a merciful 
 Providence, for wanton, unprovoked cruelty towards 
 the noble animals given for our use, but which are 
 likewise intended CAddently to partake of that felicity 
 bestowed in so large a proportion on every living 
 creature. Before Bunyan, of the Pilgrim's Progress, 
 was converted, he once said, in a moment of despe- 
 ration, that, " as hell would be filled with torment- 
 ors and tormented, his only remaining hope was, 
 that he might be one of the tormentors ;" and there 
 are many now living, who seem fitting themselves 
 
FORT WILLIAM. 113 
 
 for such an office ! Our lives here are a rehearsal, 
 previous to our lives in eternity ; therefore we are 
 to prepare, and exercise the good or the evil dispo- 
 sitions, which are afterwards to be perfected in 
 heaven or in hell. I sometimes think, how curious 
 it would be, if our happiness in another world were 
 proportioned to the happiness we occasion around 
 us in this. Though a wiser and better dispensation 
 be revealed, yet it would be useful occasionally to 
 think, were such the case, what share of enjoyment 
 we should ourselves be entitled to expect. A law- 
 yer lately, travelling in the mail incog., remonstrated 
 vehemently with the coachman for maltreating one 
 of the leaders, when the driver inadvertently defended 
 himself, saying, " Why, Sir ! he deserves it all, for 
 I believe he was an attorney before he was a horse !" 
 One consolation for the introduction of rail-roads is, 
 that travellers, who are always in the greater hurry 
 the less they have to do, may now rush about in 
 coaches from place to place, with ceaseless velocity, 
 and no longer incur the self-reproach of seeing 
 what worn-down skeletons of horses await them at 
 every stage, which are lashed into temporary activity 
 for their use, foaming and gasping out their very 
 lives with exhaustion, while death alone can ever 
 bring them rest or ease. 
 
 It has always appeared to me, that there are 
 pleasures in the life of a landed proprietor, residing 
 on his own estate, greater than any other station 
 
114 ARDGOWER. 
 
 can afford ; and if you doubt it, examine the estate 
 of Ardgower, one of the most beautifully situated 
 places in Scotland, embellished with extensive 
 woods, planted by the proprietor himself. There 
 the tenants seem all thriving, the labourers employ- 
 ed, the children educated, and every thing bears 
 obvious testimony to the active personal superin- 
 tendence of a liberal and judicious landlord. The 
 situation is magnificent at Ardgower, where Colonel 
 Maclean has a circle of lofty mountains for his park 
 wall. Loch Leven acts the part of a fish-pond, and 
 Ben Nevis, crowned with perpetual snow, supplies 
 the pl-ace of an ice-house. Here every proprietor 
 might wish to emulate one, who, as far as it is pos- 
 sible to walk on a long summer's day, sees every 
 acre improved, and every individual benefited by 
 his own unceasing care ; while the tenants, instead 
 of being oppressed and neglected, have become at- 
 tached during long years of personal intercourse and 
 mutual kindness. I could expatiate at great length, 
 on the pleasure of spreading happiness and prosper- 
 ity around us, on every side, as we see it here ; but 
 you know mine is a patent writing-desk, which re- 
 mains open along the highroad, and shuts with a 
 spring the moment I see any living individual, 
 therefore it is now rapidly closing, and I have only 
 time to bid you adieu, and to assure you, that, in 
 society, we consider every circle, however agreea- 
 ble, only a semicircle, unless you are of the party. 
 
ARDGOWER. 
 
 Land of proud hearts, and mountains grey, 
 Where Fingal fought, and Ossian sung. 
 
 My Dear Cousin, — ^You are probably not too 
 busy with your worsted work and Nicholas Nick- 
 leby, to care for the continuation of our life and ad- 
 ventures, during our north-west passage to Skye, 
 which will probably occupy a hundred and one 
 nights at least, though we have hurried so rapidly 
 from post to pillar, in gigs, chaises, and ferry-boats, 
 through a wilderness of mountains, rivers, bays, and 
 straits, that I have scarcely found time to ask my- 
 self how I do. We shall soon have occasion to 
 sing, " Lochaber no more !" being about finally to 
 leave this wild, beautiful, and hospitable neighbour- 
 hood, where, having been promised a lease of 
 ground for less than nothing, I am already building 
 no less than thirty imaginary cottages. 
 
 We yesterday drove about twenty miles through 
 the estate of Ardgower, along a road like a fine ap- 
 proach, skirting Loch Linhe, adorned by trees, and 
 displaying a distinct view of some charming, pros- 
 perous-looking farm-houses, near one of which, 
 where a double glen branched off from the shore. 
 
116 ARDGOWER. 
 
 we saw the place where the last true Highlander of 
 the old school, Glengarry, was so unfortunately 
 killed some years ago. The steamboat in which he 
 and his family embarked struck on ^ rock we passed, 
 so close to the shore, that there scarcely seemed 
 reason to apprehend the slightest danger ; but a 
 sudden panic seized the passengers, who all hast- 
 ened to land. Glengarry, accustomed to exercise 
 the agility of a Celt, leaped out of the boat on a 
 slippery rock, but fell forwards on his head, and 
 fractured his skull, of which in a few hours he died. 
 Glengarry was the intimate friend of Sir Walter 
 Scott, and supplied him with many traits of High- 
 land character, and with innumerable anecdotes of 
 broadswords and claymores, several of which I have 
 heard him relate \\dth prodigious spirit, when he 
 was dressed in his splendid Highland garb, to a 
 circle of English strangers, who listened with eager 
 interest, though their own countrymen were always 
 sure to make a very indifferent appearance in his 
 Celtic stories. After the last disastrous accident, 
 seeing his family alarmed. Glengarry, who did not, 
 according to the Scotch expression, " take death to 
 himself," calmly remarked, that he had survived 
 many a heavier blow, but soon after fell into con- 
 vulsions, and expired. 
 
 You might live quite luxuriously on the cottage 
 fare of this neighbourhood, and even Dr. Redgaunt- 
 
ARDGOWER. 117 
 
 let or Sir William Curtis would scarcely have dis- 
 dained to partake of " that excellent dish, pot-luck." 
 Herrings are caught in shoals by those who take 
 the trouble, but all over Scotland a great indiffer- 
 ence unfortunately exists among the common peo- 
 ple about eating fish, which might be a source of 
 so much abundance on their tables. Fuel may be 
 had on the moors merely for cutting it, though an 
 old woman remonstrated lately with one of the 
 great landed proprietors in a tone of grave indigna- 
 tion, saying, " If ye go on improving this way, what 
 are we poor folk to do for peats ?" I hope they 
 may all become rich enough to buy coals, but it cer- 
 tainly may be a hardship, as the endurance of even 
 hunger itself, bad as that is, may be rendered more 
 tolerable, if the sufferers be only warm. 
 
 The poor tenants in this part of Argyleshire, by 
 paying a rent of only jBIO a-year, become entitled 
 to a comfortable cottage, and a little croft in which 
 to grow potatoes, besides being allowed pasture for 
 a cow, or for a couple of sheep. Who could wish 
 for more ? None of them are puzzled, however, 
 like the lady who consulted you, whether to keep a 
 cow or a pianoforte. We have encountered neither 
 beggars, pedlars, highwaymen, nor turnpikes, on 
 any of these West Highland roads, therefore travel- 
 lers might almost leave their purses at home without 
 finding it out. I have only once, during our journey, 
 11 
 
118 ARGYLESHIRE. 
 
 been asked for charity, by a tidily dressed blind wo- 
 man, near Fort William, and those who suffer under 
 such a privation, are legitimate objects to relieve, 
 without any apprehension, as in some cases, that by 
 giving sixpence, you do five shillings worth of harm. 
 Begging has been introduced at many remote places 
 by travellers thoughtlessly volunteering donations, 
 which have accustomed people to the degradation 
 of accepting alms, whereas the good old Scottish 
 maxim should be maintained to the very last, " a 
 shilling earned is worth two shilhngs begged." A 
 nobleman in the Highlands, well known for his in- 
 discriminate liberality, was one day remonstrated 
 with by a friend for thus encouraging idleness and 
 profligacy, by giving undeserving applicants more 
 than an industrious man could earn by a hard day's 
 labour, to which he merely replied, " If the poor 
 creatures add vice to poverty, so much the worse for 
 them !" It has been calculated that Oxford Street, 
 well begged, is worth seven shillings a day, and for 
 sweeping some of the crossings in the Strand, a 
 larger income may be obtained, than for officiating 
 in one of the London chapels. 
 
 The w^omen here generally spin and weave their 
 own dresses, as well as the checked black and w^hite 
 plaid worn by their husbands, which looks so like a 
 stone at some distance, that it makes the best of all 
 shooting dresses for sportsmen to wear when deer- 
 
GAELIC. 119 
 
 stalking. Tartan is hardly ever worn here, and when 
 any traveller appears equipped in it, the Highlanders 
 exclaim, " There goes a fool or an Englishman !" 
 I was amused to hear that, last year, when a Bishop 
 appeared in the north, with his apron on, the coun- 
 try people said, " What an extravagant man that is, 
 to wear the kilt and the trews both at once !" Tar- 
 tan is suspected to be by no means an ancient manu- 
 facture, and kilts especially are comparatively modern, 
 as neither the one nor the other are represented in 
 any very ancient Scottish portraits, though opinions 
 differ indeed, as to what constitutes antiquity. An 
 old housekeeper was asked, not long ago, if the 
 pictures she showed were very ancient, to which she 
 emphatically replied, "That they are! for to my 
 certain knowledge they have been in the house 
 these thirty years !" 
 
 The Highlanders' partiality for their native lan- 
 guage still continues prevalent here, and in a church 
 where I saw a crowded congregation for the Gaelic 
 service, the very few who remained to hear it in 
 English, might all have walked out at the door 
 abreast without jostling. A Gaelic psalm was af- 
 terwards sung through the noses of the congregation, 
 like a concert of Jew's-harps, which had a strange 
 effect, but every individual unites his voice in the 
 general chorus, which is a great advantage over 
 many assemblies of better taught singers, where it 
 
120 GLENCOE. 
 
 is sometimes much to be regretted, how few venture 
 to throw in their note of praise. Knowing, as we 
 do, that the melody of the heart is what alone ren- 
 ders even the finest harmony acceptable, we should, 
 on no account, withhold ourselves from joining in 
 that which is the most important part of public wor- 
 ship. The sermon is intended to teach us those 
 sentiments and principles w^hich tune our hearts to 
 praise, the prayers are to ask for that sanctification 
 of heart which may render our worship acceptable, 
 but the nearest approach a congregation can make 
 on earth, to the feelings of the angels in heaven, is, 
 when they lift up their hearts with their voices in 
 solemn, grateful, thankfulness to the Author of their 
 being. So fully conscious were the old Cameroni- 
 ans of this, that no personal danger could deter them 
 from raising a full chorus in singing their psalms, 
 so that frequently English soldiers were guided to 
 the dens and caves where those persecuted Chris- 
 tians w^ere concealed, when the still watches of the 
 night were disturbed by a peal of melody, poured 
 from the hearts of those who confidently suffered the 
 whole will of God on earth, gratefully looking for 
 the fulfilment of their highest hopes and wishes in a 
 better world. 
 
 To-day we resolved " to progress" through the 
 celebrated Glencoe, and being unable to find a char- 
 iot and four at the Ferry of Balachuhsh, we stepped 
 
GLENCOE. 121 
 
 into an elegant green tax-cart, not furnished with 
 the newest patent axle or springs, but nevertheless 
 veiy endurable, and committed ourselves to the 
 guidance of an old ambling grey horse, whose paces 
 would have made no great sensation at Tattersals, 
 but perfectly suited our purpose of ^4ewing at lei- 
 sure the succession of magnificent landscapes, claim- 
 ing our admiration along Loch Leven — not Queen 
 Mary's Loch Leven, but another much more beau- 
 tiful, an arm of the sea, or rather, a mere finger, as 
 it is so narrow, that those who live on the banks 
 often cross and recross it four times in one day to 
 pay visits. 
 
 The pass of Glencoe has one great advantage 
 over its Welsh rival Llanberris, that here a deeply 
 tragical catastrophe actually took place, such as 
 those ferocious mountains appear formed on purpose 
 to witness. You might fancy that a funeral pail 
 had been thrown over their dark and rugged forms 
 ever since the massacre, and that the wind howling 
 over their shattered summits was the cry of the 
 murdered Macdonalds, not yet laid at rest, and call- 
 ing down vengeance on their treacherous visiters. 
 
 When our guide awakened the echoes with a 
 shout, it reminded me how those rocks and glens 
 had once repeated the cries of many vainly asking 
 for mercy, and that the last sigh of the brave High- 
 landers had been breathed on the spot where we 
 11* 
 
122 GLENCOE. 
 
 stood. The Campbells should carry their arms re- 
 versed whenever they pass through this dark scene 
 of their treachery. It appears that Lord Breadal- 
 bane concealed from Kino- William that the Mac- 
 donalds had submitted to his government, having 
 found them rather untractable respecting a sum of 
 .£20,000 with which he had himself been intrusted 
 for distribution among the chiefs. When asked, 
 some time afterwards, to account for this public 
 money thus intrusted to him, he merely replied, 
 " The money is spent, — the Highlands are quiet, — 
 and this is the only way of accounting among 
 friends !" Meantime, Captain Campbell of Glen- 
 lyon, the leader employed on this occasion, was 
 nearly connected with Macdonald of Glencoe, and 
 arrived at his house on pretext of paying a friendly 
 visit, accompanied by a detachment of his troops, 
 who seem all to have been most hospitably enter- 
 tained, and to have spent a fortnight very agreeably, 
 in eating, drinking, playing at cards, and associating 
 on friendly terms with their intended victims. Fon- 
 tenelle says, that " the way to live long in this 
 world is, to have a good stomach and a bad heart," 
 both of which the guests at Glencoe seem to have 
 had in an eminent degree, as they partook of a 
 hearty supper with their hosts before proceeding to 
 business. It is difficult for ordinary minds to ima- 
 gine how a man would feel, carrying an order in 
 
GLENCOE. 123 
 
 his pocket for the total massacre of a pleasant fam- 
 ily circle, with which he had been some time do- 
 mesticated ; but the position is fortunately not a 
 common one. In the silence of midnight, when 
 their unsuspicious host was asleep, Captain Camp- 
 bell and his men, fearing the extraordinary bodily 
 strength for which Macdonald was distinguished, 
 stole into his room like cowardly banditti, and 
 poured a simultaneous volley of shot into his breast 
 while he slumbered, thus hurrying him unprepared 
 into the long sleep of death. An indiscriminate 
 slaughter then ensued, of eight and thirty individu- 
 als, all unarmed and defenceless, while some of the 
 more active escaped by flight. Many women, who 
 had rushed out on the hills carrying children in their 
 arms, perished that night from extreme cold, and 
 we may adapt the lines of Campbell to this occa- 
 sion, — 
 
 " The snow became their winding-sheet, 
 And many a turf beneath their feet 
 Became a soldier's sepulchre." 
 
 It is almost a satisfaction to know, that Camp- 
 bell of Glenlyon afterwards felt agonies of remorse, 
 and retired from the army in deep despondency. 
 Having been appointed to superintend the execu- 
 tion of a soldier, for whom he was desired at the 
 very last moment to produce a reprieve, he drew it 
 
124 GLENCOE. 
 
 from his pocket in so much haste, that his handker- 
 chief dropped, which was the signal previously ap- 
 pointed for firing, and before he could speak, the 
 unfortunate criminal was no more. In great horror 
 of mind he retired from the army immediately, say- 
 ing, " The curse of Glencoe is upon me !" Such a 
 sudden and complete consciousness of retribution is 
 indeed awful, and I often think there could scarcely 
 be a greater punishment for wicked men, than being 
 obliged to live their lives over again, not mere- 
 ly with an entire sense of their guilt and folly, for- 
 cing them to see at every step, as an angel might 
 do, how fearfully they were mistaking the way to 
 happiness ; but also, that they should be thoroughly 
 known to each friend with wdiom they associated, 
 every motive, intention, wish, and feeling stripped 
 of all disguise, and clearly read, as if they lived in 
 the Palace of Truth. How important a check would 
 be laid on the conduct of men, even in trifles, if they 
 could think of the shame with which it would cover 
 them, could the companion with whom they are as- 
 sociating become suddenly aware that he w^as an 
 object of ridicule instead of respect ; or if the heir, 
 watching with assiduous attention by the sick-bed 
 of a dying relative, could be seen inwardly calcula- 
 ting the probable amount of his succession ; or if, 
 when we are attending reverently in appearance to 
 the service in church, it were to become suddenly 
 
GLENCOE. 125 
 
 known to the preacher and congregation, that our 
 thoughts were really wandering upon the moun- 
 tains of a thousand vanities ! K the festivities of 
 Glencoe were again to be acted over, with a mutual 
 consciousness of secret hatred and approaching 
 treachery, could we imagine any penance more 
 painful to even the hard and cold-hearted Glenlyon ! 
 Such a consciousness respecting our own actions, 
 and such a knowledge of secret thoughts in the 
 minds of others, will take place at the day of judg- 
 ment; and it would be well now if we could fre- 
 quently pause to examine how our thoughts and ac- 
 tions will then stand the scrutiny of our own awa- 
 kened consciences, as well as of an assembled world, 
 and a righteous Judge. 
 
 Among the savage mountains of Glencoe Ossian 
 was born, if ever he was born at all, which some 
 people doubt. How wearied every mortal is of the 
 argument, whether " Fingal lived, or Ossian sung," 
 but I can only say on this subject, like the prime 
 minister in Tom Thumb, " as near as I can guess I 
 cannot tell !" Even the admirable Crichton, who 
 challenged the whole world to argue with him 
 " upon every subject knowable," would probably 
 have been satisfied to consider this as one of those 
 secrets in the world that we must live and die in 
 ignorance of Ossian is now, to use his own lan- 
 guage, " like a beam that has shone, like a mist that 
 
126 GLENCOE. 
 
 has fled. His voice is heard no more, his days are 
 with the years that are passed, and the halls of his 
 father have forgotten his steps." These poems, 
 whatever be their origin, have many eager admirers, 
 and were the only verses that Bonaparte ever seems 
 to have liked, perhaps approving of the poet's ad- 
 vice, " Be a stream of many tides against the foes 
 of thy people, but like the gale that moves the 
 grass to those who are thy friends." 
 
 Ossian's cave, one of the most striking objects 
 in Glencoe, looks like a lion's den, excavated in the 
 centre of a precipice, and is nearly inaccessible to 
 the foot of man. One enterprising shepherd formerly 
 scrambled high enough to reach his hand in, and 
 pluck a tuft of grass. Tradition says, too, that a 
 man actually did succeed in getting in, but has 
 never since been heard of ; therefore some people 
 say he is dead, others that he is alive, but, for my 
 part, like the Irishman, I believe he is neither the one 
 nor the other. 
 
 There was an old woman that liv'd on a hill, 
 And if she's not gone, she is living there still, 
 
 I had been advised to go all the way up Glencoe 
 with my eyes shut, because the effect is more im- 
 pressive in coming down ; but curiosity prevailed, 
 and after examining each way with equal delight, I 
 could have exclaimed, like King James when listen- 
 
GLENCOE. 127 
 
 ing to an argument, " They are both right !" No 
 one can go wrong in Glencoe, unless by losing his 
 way, which a poor shepherd did lately, and perished 
 among the precipices. 
 
 Two very remarkable hills, whirling high into 
 the clouds like tall spires, or cupolas, are called the 
 old man and the old woman, being not unlike gi- 
 gantic ghosts clothed in dark floating draperies, 
 with white streamers of snow. As we advanced 
 among new pyramids of hills, not a blade of grass 
 enlivened their towering summits, which were as 
 bare and black as vitrified forts. The entrance to 
 this " vale of shadows" is guarded by a lion-shaped 
 mountain, which seemed growing into life as we 
 advanced. Its sides were seamed and furrowed by 
 torrents, while the next mountain, by way of con- 
 trast, was round and shapeless as a haggis, but all 
 appeared so steep, bare, black, and inaccessible, 
 that, when asked if there were any earthly object for 
 which I would undertake to surmount them, the very 
 idea of attempting it made me giddy. 
 
 We met, near the house of Glencoe, a very in- 
 telligent fine looking Highlander, named Alan Mac- 
 donald, whose ancestor escaped from the scene of 
 carnage. He pointed out a steep hill, where one 
 of the few Macdonalds who survived the massacre, 
 after being pursued by a soldier, reached a place of 
 safety ; and it was amusing to observe the look of 
 
128 GLENCOE. 
 
 glee with which our friend finished the story of his 
 clansman's flight by saying, "He carried a gun 
 below his oxter^ so he just wheeled round and shot 
 the sodger." 
 
 Alan Macdonald, who was a common wood- 
 cutter, pointed out several of the locahties, and told 
 so many interesting circumstances, that A , be- 
 fore taking leave, presented him with a suitable 
 donation, but in a truly Highland spirit of inde- 
 pendence, he drew back, saying, " I want no money, 
 Sir ! — but I would just like to know who the gentle- 
 man is I am speaking to ?" 
 
 Near this glen we met the farmer named Mac- 
 donald, who lately became bankrupt for j£40,000, 
 involving all the poor people around, who had in- 
 trusted him with their money, in one common ruin. 
 It seemed almost a pity his ancestor escaped the 
 massacre ! He strode with a consequential step, 
 and inhabits a good house, surrounded by a capital 
 garden, while the unhappy creditors exist as they 
 best can. The sum was a prodigious one for any 
 person in his line of life to hazard ; and we thought 
 of the Cardinal de Rohan, in former times, announc- 
 ing, that one of his own relations had failed for a 
 million of money, when he added in a tone of exul- 
 tation, " That was a bankruptcy worthy of a Rohan !" 
 It appears as if there must be some great defect in 
 our laws and customs with respect to a failure, as 
 
GLENCOE. 129 
 
 any debtor, who chooses to throw aside principle 
 and moraUty, may gain a complete triumph over 
 his creditors. He lodges his money in some assumed 
 name, pleads an insolvency, gets himself, in tech- 
 nical phrase, " white-washed," and comes forth, as 
 welcome in society as ever, and possessing some un- 
 acknowledged means of supporting extravagance, 
 which is considered perfectly respectable, and made 
 the subject of many amusing jests among his friends. 
 One instance of this occurred some time since, when 
 a poor creditor succeeded, with great difficulty, in 
 forcing his way to the presence of a gentleman, who 
 had long owed him a small bill, which he pleaded 
 hard to have paid immediately, adding, that he had 
 struggled through difficulties as long as possible, 
 but feared now, if the whole amount were not dis- 
 charged, he must inevitably break ! 
 
 " Break !" said his auditor. " The very best thing 
 you can do ! Everybody breaks! I broke myself I 
 Go home and break as fast as you can !" 
 
 When leaving Glencoe, our minds filled with 
 recollections of murder, massacre, and banditti, we 
 turned a shaip corner of the road, and I was startled 
 to perceive a party of men advancing, armed with 
 pistols. They came straight towards us in a body, 
 and I had only time to calculate how many notes 
 were in my purse, when the whole troop touched 
 their hats and passed on. This turned out to be a 
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130 GLENCOE. 
 
 pai'ty of excisemen going to seize contraband whis- 
 key, a service of no small difficulty and danger. 
 Nothing can be more ingenious than the contriv- 
 ances by which Highlanders manage to conceal 
 small stills for manufacturing their favourite " vin du 
 pays^^ though sometimes the secret is betrayed, 
 when cattle are attracted to the spot by a smell of 
 grain. The most popular whiskey is made clan- 
 destinely, without a government license, and goes by 
 the name of " moonlight," while that which pays 
 duty is called " daylight," and is considered so con- 
 temptibly inferior, that even His Majesty George 
 IV., during his residence in Edinburgh, drank the 
 " mountain dew," in preference to the " Parliament 
 whiskey." One very small "still" was discovered 
 in the Highlands last year, with the boiler buried 
 beneath a stone gate-post, which had been hollowed 
 out for the chimney; and another was detected 
 within the precincts of a Roman Catholic chapel, 
 where the priest connived at the trick, and sold 
 whiskey to a gentleman, who mentioned the circum- 
 stance, under the name of" holy water." 
 
 Near Glencoe there used formerly to be a Ro- 
 man Catholic Bishop of Lismore, who presided over 
 a numerous flock ; but that sect is almost extinct now 
 in this neighbourhood, though we passed one small 
 Popish chapel, no larger than a barn, surmounted 
 by two black wooden crosses. It is to be regretted 
 
CALEDONIAN CANAL. 131 
 
 that our Protestant churches rehnquish the cross to 
 be exclusively the badge of a Roman Catholic edi- 
 fice, seeing that it would be an equally appropriate 
 symbol on our own sacred buildings ; but the con- 
 cession seems injudicious, as well as the custom of 
 calling Papists by the name of " Cathohcs," as I 
 have known several young persons, who thought, 
 from its not having been properly explained, that 
 any Protestant made a profession of apostacy who 
 repeated that clause in the Creed, " I beheve in the 
 Holy Catholic Church." One great safeguard of 
 Scotland against the Popish faith is, that this coun- 
 try is too poor for again setting up so expensive a 
 religion. 
 
 You would have been pleased to observe, that 
 the horse we employed here, as well as in some other 
 Highland places, always endeavoured to stop when 
 we approached the Church, being evidently accus- 
 tomed to carry their employers regularly there ; and 
 on one occasion we were nearly upset before the 
 worthy quadruped could be prevailed on to proceed. 
 In many more remote places the highroad termi- 
 nates at the church door. 
 
 Benavie Inn, at the head of the Caledonian Ca- 
 nal, was our next point, where we landed in a boat, 
 and hastened to visit Inverlochy Castle, a roofless 
 ruin, age unknown, recently purchased by the Mar- 
 quis of Huntly, and said to have been the original 
 
132 INVERLOCHY CASTLE. 
 
 model from which Inverary Castle was copied. 
 There may be some slight family likeness between 
 them, as the same massy round towers are built at 
 the four corners of each, but, in the more ancient 
 edifice, the windows are so shapeless and irregular, 
 that you might fancy the walls had been originally 
 a solid mass, nine feet thick, and that cannon balls 
 had been fired through them by the inhabitants, 
 where an orifice was required at which they might 
 see and breathe. This fortress has once been sur- 
 rounded by a moat, and it sported a drawbridge 
 formerly ; but while nature smiled around this vene- 
 rable castle in perpetual youth, all that was the 
 work of man has mouldered in decay, and is hasten- 
 ing into oblivion. Great pains have been recently 
 taken to preserve this interesting specimen of anti- 
 quity, and I wish all castles fell into the hands of 
 those who venerate their declining years as much. 
 A wall has now been raised all round for protection, 
 guarded by an iron gate, the key of which is in 
 custody of a warden, who apparently retires to rest, 
 like the chickens, at sunset, as we were told about 
 six in the evening, that he must not be disturbed to 
 give us achnission. A boy, seeing our disappoint- 
 ment, advised us, as a matter of course, to " loup 
 the dike," apparently considering that mode of en- 
 trance as the easiest and most usual. The walls not 
 being totally impregnable, but rather in the style of 
 
INVERLOCHY CASTLE. 133' 
 
 those built by Romulus, A made his way good, 
 
 and found within the enclosure a thriving: younsf 
 plantation of trees, which may hereafter become very 
 ornamental. We were told, that money had been 
 borrowed at four per cent, to purchase this very an- 
 cient place, which yields only two, — which will re- 
 mind you of the learned lawyer, who said, " land is 
 principal without interest, — money in the funds is 
 interest without principal, — but heritable bonds are 
 both the one and the other !" 
 
 Recollections of ancient and modern heroes are 
 crowded round this interesting spot. Here Alan Earl 
 of Caithness, who must have wandered a long way 
 for the occasion, was killed in battle by Lord Mar 
 in 1427. Here the Marquis of Argyll, upon his own 
 territory, was defeated by " the chivalrous Montrose," 
 who took his enemy by surprise, kilhng 1500 Camp- 
 bells, while he lost only three men himself, — and in 
 the neighbourhood also we observed a handsome 
 monument \dsible many miles around, built by Sir 
 Duncan Cameron to the memory of his brave and 
 gallant son, killed at Waterloo, and who is comme- 
 morated by Sir Walter Scott in these lines, — 
 
 " And Cameron with his heart of steel, 
 Died like the offspring of Locheil.'' 
 
 On a wide moor which we crossed in returning to 
 
 Benavie, the poor people had been cutting their 
 
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134 INVERLOCHY. 
 
 staple commodity, peats, leaving the whole field 
 excavated into oblong squares, as if they had been 
 ready made graves. The faint glimmer of twilight 
 made the evening sky look like a rose leaf, the world 
 was rapidly losing itself in darkness, and as we 
 hurried on, I could not but think how easily we 
 might have been murdered and buried there without 
 the possibility of ever being discovered. Whether 
 this melancholy catastrophe occurred or not, I must 
 leave you to guess, for here ends my tale. 
 
 ( To be continued in our next.) 
 
LOCHEIL. 
 
 Long have I pin'd for thee, 
 Land of my infancy! 
 Now will I kneel on ihee, 
 
 Hillof Locheil. 
 Hill of the sturdy steer, 
 Hill of the roe and deer, 
 Hill of the streamlet clear, 
 
 I love thee well. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — What could Madame de Stael 
 mean by giving her verdict that a journey is " un 
 des plus tristes plaisirs de la vie ! /" On the con- 
 trary, nothing appears to me so enhvening, the very 
 discomforts being so transient, they seem only worth 
 laughing at, while they give a greater zest to the 
 enjoyment that follows, for what the poet says of 
 life, is much more applicable to travelling, — 
 
 " The pleasures stay not till they pall, 
 And all the pains are quickly past." 
 
 We are now in Locheil's country, where any one 
 who wishes for a good travelling name should adopt 
 that of Cameron, as every alternate man he meets 
 will bear the same designation. Scotland w^as di- 
 vided into compartments like the Zoological Gar- 
 dens formerly, where the clans remained as com- 
 
136 THE CAMERONS. 
 
 pletely separated, as if they had been of a different 
 
 genus or caste, and even to this hour, when A 
 
 meets with any one of the lower orders not in his 
 proper district, a Fraser settled out of Inverness- 
 shire, a Gordon absent from Aberdeenshire, or a 
 Ross or Monro wandered from Ross-shire, he gener- 
 ally asks how his family happened to go astray, and 
 receives some long apologetic history about their 
 proprietors having been beguiled away, from their 
 " local habitation and their name," to new scenes 
 and connections. The Island of Skye is so exclu- 
 sively inhabited by Macdonalds, Mackinnons, and 
 Macleods, that it might be appropriately named 
 All-Macks, for if a stranger were in want of assist- 
 ance, near any house or village, he need only call 
 out "Mac!" and a head would instantly appear at 
 every window. 
 
 After breakfasting at Benavie, w^e set off in a 
 gig, having the advantage of a blazing sunshine 
 lighting us on our way, to take a glimpse of Auch- 
 nacarry, belonging to the chief of all the Camerons. 
 Our drive began through a dreary country, com- 
 mencing along the banks of the Caledonian Canal. 
 Here steam-boats and small frigates advance tediously 
 through twenty-eight locks, commonly called " Nep- 
 tune's staircase," as they are used in raising vessels 
 going to Inverness to the level of Loch Lochy, the 
 one being about ninety feet higher than the other. 
 
THE CAMERONS. 137 
 
 This process is exceedingly tedious, occupying about 
 eight hours to a mile, which is, in these railway 
 days, a perfect lifetime, but afterwards the remain- 
 ing sixty miles of this canal, almost reaching the 
 gates of our Highland capital, may be performed at 
 a good steamboat pace, leading through some of the 
 most splendid scenery in Scotland. 
 
 The Highlanders, accustomed only to warfare, 
 scarcely knew what industry meant, until the Cale- 
 donian Canal was begim, and though it cost a mil- 
 lion of money, that price has been more than repaid 
 by the spirit of exertion and activity which it intro- 
 duced among the natives. They used at first to look 
 on with indolent contempt, while Irish labourers 
 dug and excavated the ground, but gradually one 
 or two at a time volunteered to v^eld the spade, and 
 were delighted to receive the two and sixpence al- 
 lowed for their day's work. After a short interval 
 employed in spending it, they generally returned, 
 bringing a troop of friends willing to try the S£m[ie 
 experiment, and at last the whole population rose 
 simultaneously, shouldered their spades, and enhsted 
 in the service. Since then, instead of the despond- 
 ing inertness caused by hopeless poverty, the High- 
 landers have become so active and enterprising, that 
 no less than 5000 from this immediate neighbour- 
 hood are working on different railways, who might 
 all be thus comfortably maintained, were it not for 
 
138 THE CAMERONS. 
 
 their extreme partiality to the herring fishery, which 
 causes them annually to relinquish the most advan- 
 tageous situations, in order to try their fortune at 
 sea. It must be an animating sight, when the little 
 squadron of fishing boats is sprinkled over the frith, 
 surrounded by an army of sea-gulls, while a whole 
 nation of fish arrives sometimes at once, covering 
 several hundred acres of the ocean, and in such a 
 solid depth, that a shoal has been sometimes called 
 " a herring mountain." 
 
 Not far from the canal, we passed the spot 
 where, fifty years since, a fatal duel was fought, 
 quite in the Chalk -farm style, between two of the 
 clan Cameron, one of whom was killed, and the 
 other fled the country. The fugitive afterwards be- 
 came a general in the army, and was well known 
 in London as Sir Alan Cameron, whose shake of the 
 hand was so unbearably energetic, that his friends 
 never left him without tears in their eyes ; and on 
 one occasion, a gentleman who had frequently suf- 
 fered under his grasp, jocularly held out his foot, 
 when Sir Alan seized hold of it, and made him hop 
 all the w^ay down Bond Street. 
 
 Pursuing our course, we observed, on the edge 
 of Loch Lochy, or, I should rather perhaps say, in 
 the Lake, all that remains of an old castle once in- 
 habited by the chieftain of Mackintosh, a gentleman 
 who seems to have entertained rather pecuhar no- 
 
THE CAiMERONS. 139 
 
 tions of hospitality, the entrance to his state cham- 
 ber being across a concealed trap-door, which he 
 occasionally left unfastened when an unwelcome 
 visiter approached. Thus, instead of merely saying 
 " not at home" as we do, he dropped his acquaint- 
 ances into a deep abyss of the lake, where they 
 were never heard of more ! At length he once in- 
 vited his rival chief and neighbour, Locheil, to take 
 pot-luck with him, and at the appointed hour, that 
 brave and gallant officer, unsuspicious of treachery, 
 was seen approaching the castle, accompanied only 
 by a favourite dog. Fortunately the animal rushed 
 on in advance of his master, the trap-door dropped, 
 and Locheil seeing the yawning chasm at his feet, 
 instantly guessed the whole plot. Filled with indig- 
 nation, he leaped across the gulf, and with a single 
 stroke of the broad-sword, laid his enemy dead at 
 his feet. 
 
 Some people say, and any body may believe it 
 who can, that this old remnant of a castle on Loch 
 Lochy was formerly the residence of Banquo, whose 
 ghost may still be seen frequenting a trap-door at 
 Covent Garden or Drury Lane. 
 
 The Camerons of Locheil were a noble race, 
 full of true Highland spirit, the last chiefs who ca- 
 pitulated to Cromwell, and the first to rise again for 
 Charles Edward. I gazed with deep interest on 
 that one shattered wall yet remaining of the old 
 Castle. It ought to be carefully preserved, as a 
 
140 THE CAMERONS. 
 
 relic of almost fabulous times, when successive gen- 
 erations of brave and loyal chieftains reigned with 
 despotic rule over a devoted clan. There Prince 
 Charles rehearsed the plan of his campaign in 1745, 
 while Locheil, the most accomplished and talented 
 of all his Highland adherents, knowing how despe- 
 rate w^ere the fortunes of his hereditary sovereign, 
 still yielded his own better judgment, consenting to 
 risk all, and, as he foresaw, to lose all, at the com- 
 mand of one to whom he thought his allegiance 
 justly due, especially when Charles Edward, as a 
 last expedient for overcoming his reluctance, taunted 
 him in these memorable words, " Locheil, who, my 
 father has often told me, was our firmest friend, may 
 stay at home, and learn from the newspapers the 
 fate of his prince." 
 
 The disastrous result of that brave chief's adhe- 
 rence to the Stuarts is finely described by Campbell, 
 in language which that poet ascribes to the bold 
 Locheil himself, whom he terms the " Proud bird of 
 the mountain." He is supposed to make this cha- 
 racteristic and spirited manifesto : 
 
 " Though my perishing ranks should be strew'd in their gore, 
 Like ocean-weeds heap'd on the surf-beaten shore, 
 Locheil, untainted by flight or by chains, 
 While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, 
 Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low. 
 With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! 
 And, leaving in battle no blot on his name, 
 Look proudly to Heav'n from the death-bed of fame." 
 
THE CAMERONS. 141 
 
 Reason and religion teach us to rejoice that the 
 Stuarts eventually lost their cause, and make us feel 
 grateful to Providence for establishing a race of 
 sovereigns, who, being chosen for their adherence 
 to the Prote^ant cause, are thus pledged by a sacred 
 tie to preserve it pure and undefiled, and to defend 
 us from that Popish supremacy, the mere apprehen- 
 sion of which caused the more ancient dynasty to be 
 set aside. Yet while duty and principle are enlisted 
 in the more orthodox cause, poetry and romance 
 range themselves powerfully, beside the music of all 
 our most spirited Scottish airs, on the side of " Bon- 
 nie Prince Charlie !" While advancing, as w^e now 
 did, through these glens and mountains, where, 
 friendless and alone, the young adventurer was re- 
 ceived with the same chivalrous enthusiasm as if he 
 had come with the retinue and splendour of a hun- 
 dred sovereigns, I did feel that a tribute of admira- 
 tion and of sympathy might be given to the memory 
 of those brave men, who so generously placed then- 
 lives, fortunes, and property, at the hazard of so 
 desperate an enterprise. If Charles Edward had 
 been killed at Culloden, and Bonaparte at Waterloo, 
 they might both have ranked with any heroes in 
 antiquity; but the appearance of each among his 
 adherents was equally successful at first, equally ca- 
 lamitous to all w^ho w^elcomed his return, and like- 
 wise follow^ed by a similar loss of dignity and repu- 
 tation in subsequent banishment. 
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142 THE CAMERONS. 
 
 At Auchnacariy, an obliging English game- 
 keeper, recently imported, as he told me, from 
 " Coomherland,^^ showed us Prince Charles's gun, a 
 remarkably long, overgrown-looking implement, 
 for which he evidently entertained considerable con- 
 tempt; and perhaps Manton might have suggested 
 some improvement. It is double-barrelled, with one 
 lock, and bears a Latin inscription, recommending 
 us not to sink under our misfortunes, but to struggle 
 against them. 
 
 Every tree in the avenue to this old castle was 
 separately set on fire by the English army in forty- 
 five, and the trunks continue still to look scorched 
 and blackened, though the leaves flourish green 
 above, so that a careless observer might not detect 
 the cruel havoc w^thin, as the wounds are healing 
 rapidly, and the hollow^ hearts of many are almost 
 concealed, w^hile others are as empty as telescopes. 
 Here w^e observed a large collection of trees, chiefly 
 horn-beams, ranged in two almost solid rows, as 
 closely huddled as sheep during a thunderstorm ; 
 and our cicerone mentioned that when Prince 
 Charles landed, Locheil had been preparing to make 
 some extensive plantations, but hearing of so sudden 
 a call from civil to military employment, he thrust 
 this young forest hastily into the earth, hoping to 
 take an early opportimity of dispersing them more 
 advantageously afterwards, but he w^as himself dis- 
 persed with his clansmen, and the trees have ever 
 
THE CAMERONS. 143 
 
 since remained, thus arm-in-arm, clinging to each 
 other in a most distressing manner, and getting only a 
 stray sun-beam occasionally to divide amongst them. 
 
 " Oh! crested Locheil ! the peerless in might, 
 Whose banners arise on the battlement's height, 
 Heav'n's tire is around thee, to blast and to burn, 
 Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! 
 For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood." 
 
 One of the drives at Auchnacarry is picturesquely 
 called " The dark mile," a narrow pass, once over- 
 shadowed like a bower, by well-grown trees, and 
 beset by ranges of gloomy frowning hills, two rocky 
 eminences in which are haunted by fairies. Our 
 Highland guide informed me, with a superstitious 
 shake of the head, that nobody could venture to pass 
 that way after dusk, because " whisperings might be 
 heard all through the forest !" Probably a whisper- 
 ing breeze ; but we looked as credulous as we con- 
 scientiously could, which encoui'aged him to relate " a 
 perfectly true story," as follows : — ^Not many years 
 since, a countryman was returning home, late one 
 evening from the market, with a burden on his back, 
 and reluctantly ventured into " the dark mile," though 
 aware of his danger. After proceeding some dis- 
 tance he was startled to behold a gigantic apparition 
 standing on the pinnacle of a rock, and imperatively 
 desiring him to drop what he carried. Scarcely had 
 the terrified mortal time to consider the eligibility of 
 
144 LOCH ARCAIG. 
 
 obeying this mandate, before another spirit appeared 
 on the opposite hill, desiring him " to keep his own 
 and pass on." Instantly a fierce conflict ensued be- 
 tween the rival goblins, during which, without wait- 
 ing to ascertain how his protector fared, the travel- 
 ler ran off, which seems rather an ungrateful step, 
 but he w^as not ashamed to relate the adventure, and 
 it has one excellent effect, that being now quite 
 current among the peasantiy, they all remain at 
 home in the evenings, w^hen otherwise there might 
 be abundant inducement to poaching, since this 
 neighbourhood abounds in red deer, black game, 
 and wild fow^l. 
 
 In days of yore, when the chief of Locheil had 
 to be as ready for defensive as for offensive warfare, 
 the family residence was w^here the family burying- 
 ground is now, on a small wooded tuft of an island 
 in Loch Arcaig. An ancient chieftain of the family, 
 w^hen embarking once from this green isle to present 
 himself at Court, accidentally dropped one of the 
 splendid golden shoes in which he had intended 
 to be equipped for the occasion, and it has never 
 yet been found. He was carrying them in his hand, 
 a truly Caledonian mode of wearing shoes, not yet 
 entirely disused. 
 
 Loch Arcaig is a narrow, serpentine lake, eigh- 
 teen miles in length, and bounded by a waving out- 
 line of hills, which are chequered with native birch 
 
LOCH ARCAIG. 145 
 
 and fir-trees. Beautiful as you may suppose this to 
 be, the most enchanting feature in the whole scenery 
 is derived from the glittering transparent brightness 
 of the waters in Loch Arcaig. 
 
 Like an)' fair lake that the breeze is upon, 
 
 When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun. 
 
 I scarcely believed the beauty of this fairy-like 
 scene could have been excelled, till w^e reached the 
 river Arcaig, which nearly surrounds the new house, 
 but there I could have gazed unceasingly into the 
 clear depths of liquid crystal, through w^hich we 
 traced a gay medley of brilliant stones, looking like 
 the fruit in Aladdin's garden, blue, yellow, and white, 
 while we admired especially a profusion of red peb- 
 bles, which gave an appearance to the channel as if 
 it were strew^ed with rubies. Its sparkling torrent, 
 fresh from the mountain, reflects every sunbeam in 
 its shining course, like a flickering net-work of gold, 
 so brilliant, that our eyes were almost put out by the 
 glare. As a burned child dreads the fire, the Came- 
 rons of Locheil, long after the conflagration of 1746, 
 brought their modern mansion so near the stream, 
 that the foundation is almost washed by its waters. 
 The house is a mere matter-of-fact building, w^ith- 
 out architectural ornaments or vagaries of any kind, 
 but spacious and comfortable, being the third gene- 
 ration of castles that has arisen under the Locheil 
 dynasty. The walls were finished by the late pro- 
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146 LOCHEIL. 
 
 prietor, but when the windows and doors were about 
 to be inserted, he suddenly went abroad, leaving the 
 house, during thirty-five years, an untimely min. 
 The present chief has at length trimmed the edifice 
 with sashes, shutters, and doors, so that the house 
 now^ looks habitable, though not yet inhabited, and 
 the rooms are adorned with elegant modern fm^ni- 
 ture. Such sofas and ottomans would have electri- 
 fied the ancient Locheil, of whom a story is related, 
 that, when his son was about to bivouac in a field 
 during the winter, and rolled up a pillow of 
 kSuow to recline upon, the aged chief kicked it from 
 under his head, angrily exclaiming, " You grow ef- 
 feminate, Sir !" 
 
 The day was delightful for enjoying this lovely 
 place, — not a cloud in the azure sky larger than a 
 powder puff, except one little wreath that rested on 
 Ben Nevis, looking as if difeu de joie of cannon had 
 been fired from the mountain to celebrate our arri- 
 val. Its towering summit, rendered pie-bald with 
 snow, contrasted beautifully with the bright summer 
 foliage, the lively " trotting brook," and the deep 
 shadows around. If I were mean enough to envy 
 any body, it would certainly be the owner of a place, 
 so full of natural beauty, of historical recollections, 
 and of romantic traditions; but you will think I am 
 pufhng off this place like an auctioneer, though I 
 hope it wdll never again be in any sense knocked 
 down. 
 
CLANS. 
 
 The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, 
 The Roman kilt degraded to a toy, 
 Of quaint apparel for a half-spoilt boy, 
 The target mouldering like ungathered fruit, 
 The smoking steam-boat eager in pursuit, 
 As eagerly pursued, the umbrella spread 
 To weather-fend the Celtic herdsman's head, 
 All speak of manners withering to the root. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — All my theories of perfect 
 happiness are put to flight the moment I come in con- 
 tact with those who could, if they chose, reahze the 
 airy visions which have appeared to me most dehght- 
 ful. You and I might fancy that scarcely a wish 
 could remain ungratified in the mind of any High- 
 land proprietor reigning over a wider domain than 
 a German sovereign, and loved with an enthusiasm 
 w^aich fiction itself cannot exaggerate ; yet go w^here 
 you will in the North, our noble castles and roman- 
 tic dwellings are used as mere shooting-boxes, re- 
 maining silent, solitaiy, and deserted during the 
 greater part of every successive year, w^hile the few 
 who remain stationary at home may still drink the 
 Highland toast of old times, " Our native country, 
 and may those who do not like it leave it.'' 
 
148 CLANS. 
 
 In days of yore, no Highland proprietor ven- 
 tured long to remain an absentee, as his house was 
 liable to be seized, and his whole domains were 
 ravaged by the surrounding neighbourhood; but 
 one disadvantage of more settled times is, that the 
 chiefs are now abdicated sovereigns, who prefer 
 li\dng in distant countries, unknown and uncared 
 for, with scarcely a thought of the hundreds among 
 whom their presence would spread joy and pros- 
 perity, or one sentiment of lingering interest in the 
 clansmen and tenantry, who scarcely know them by 
 sight, and yet cherish a hereditary attachment to the 
 family, which their fathers would have lived and 
 died to serve. A young Highland chieftain is gen- 
 erally educated now at Eton or Westminster, fin- 
 ishecl at Oxford, hurried round the tour of Europe, 
 and then precipitated into an expensive regiment, 
 or into a seat in Parliament, w^ith no opportunity to 
 reflect on his own peculiar station, responsibilities, 
 and duties, except, perhaps, in respect to the preser- 
 vation of grouse, and the encouragement of red 
 deer. Great fashionable notoriety is attached in 
 London life at present to the external paraphernalia 
 of a Highland chief! The kilt, the tartan, and the 
 bagpipe, have a sort of mountebank eclat in modern 
 times, along with the peculiar names, now mere 
 nicknames, which once distinguished the brave, hardy, 
 and beloved proprietors of a Highland territory. 
 
CLANS. 149 
 
 The shadow of their former greatness remains, but 
 the reahty has departed; for we all know what 
 clansmen and chieftains once were, and will never 
 be again, since the time when fortmies, that should 
 have been the source of splendour and usefulness at 
 home, are squandered in an unsuccessful struggle 
 for pre-eminence in London, while those w^ho fancy 
 they have gained it, are not much nearer the truth 
 than Don Quixote, when he sat with bandaged eyes 
 on a wooden horse, and imagined himself soaring 
 through the air. 
 
 The Highland tenantry, like those of Ireland, 
 are suffering beneath the iron rule of absentees, 
 who employ what the Scotch so appropriately call 
 " grieves," Anglice bailiffs, to be the resident man- 
 agers, and who look upon an estate as a mere 
 machine for making money, while thousands of our 
 countrymen are hurrying to Australia or Canada, im- 
 willingly obliged to say, like the emigrant's melan- 
 choly song, " We return, we retm^n, we retm'n no 
 more." It must be deep and hopeless misery, in- 
 deed, that can make a Highlander wilhng to leave 
 his little croft and cottage, even to reach a country 
 where he is told that the pigs are fed upon peaches. 
 He is still apt to think " the smoke of his own chim- 
 ney brighter than the fire of a stranger's;" and 
 never shall I forget the visit we once had of an 
 aged man from Sutherland, who walked five hun- 
 dred miles on his toilsome w^ay to London, where 
 
150 CLANS. 
 
 he meant to beg for permission to die on his native 
 heath. The roof had been torn from the house 
 where he dwelt, his garden had been laid waste, and 
 his neighbours dispersed, but he asked only the 
 boon of lingering out his remaining years at home. 
 An old woman was heard lately in consultation with 
 her son, who was about to embark for Australia, 
 and who loudly grumbled at the dire necessity of 
 going to a country where he heard there was no- 
 thing to trade with but Kangaroos. " Well," re- 
 plied his mother, in a consolatory tone, " is not a 
 Kangaroo's money as good as any body else's !" In 
 former times, the Highland clansmen have been 
 known to maintain their chief at their own expense, 
 and to raise a regiment among themselves, that he 
 might obtain military rank; but should times of 
 danger and rebelHon ever again arise, the descend- 
 ants of those powerful proprietors who, in former 
 times, led thousands of followers to the field, may 
 now plant their banner on the Highland hills, and 
 find only battalions of sheep, where troops of men 
 would formerly have gathered around their stan- 
 dard. One old boatman, residing on a great estate 
 recently sold to pay for the frippery of a London 
 career, spoke to me of his absent chief with a touch- 
 ing mixture of grief and indignation, saying, " He 
 has not left himself the value of my oar ! — not so 
 much land as will be a grave to him !" 
 
 One of the finest traits I know of Highland at- 
 
CLANS. 151 
 
 tachment was shown to the Seaforth family, after 
 the rebelHon, when their property in the south of 
 Ross-shire became forfeited. The tenantry could 
 not be induced, either by fear or persuasion, to pay 
 their rent to government, but regularly collected the 
 whole amount, and forwarded every fraction of it to 
 their absent chief, then resident at Paris. I was 
 anxious to ascertain, when Lord Seaforth's succes- 
 sor returned in more prosperous circumstances, how 
 he testified a due sense of this devoted allegiance 
 on the part of his clansmen, and w^as informed, that 
 he sold the estate immediately, in order to purchase 
 property in the West Indies ! Could any number 
 of rmn-puncheons and sugar-hogsheads compensate 
 for losing a tenantry so deeply attached ? You told 
 me once of a lecturer, who professed " to teach sen- 
 sibility on mathematical principles," and he is the 
 only person likely, I think, to define such feelings. 
 
 Highland lairds allege, that the estates of south- 
 ern proprietors are so limited, they can " whistle to 
 all their tenantry from the chimney-tpp." It is al- 
 leged, that when Martin of Galway wishes to let 
 any land, he takes his future tenant to the summit 
 of a high hill, and asks, " What \\411 you give for 
 all you seel" How few, indeed, have reason to 
 exclaim in a tone of lamentation, as Lord Leicester 
 is said to have done lately, " I am Giant of Giant 
 Castle, and have eaten up all my neighboui's." 
 
152 BENAVIE. 
 
 Though many Scottish territories have recently been 
 broken to shivers, and sold among men of yesterday, 
 some yet remain unmutilated, the enormous bulk of 
 which, compared to more southern properties, is like 
 that of a whale among minnows. The Duke of 
 Sutherland has 1780 square miles of land, nearly a 
 whole county as large as Devonshire ; Lord Bread- 
 albane's estate stretches seventy miles west from his 
 own door; the highroad in Skye passes through 
 eighty miles of Lord Macdonald's property ; the late 
 Duke of Atholl raised a regiment of 3000 men 
 among his tenantry ; and on Lord Seafield's land 
 there are 60,000 inhabitants, chiefly Grants. We 
 may all remember the day, about twelve years ago, 
 when the clan Grant, hearing that the poll was go- 
 ing against their chief in a contested election, as- 
 sembled in thousands, and with their pipes playing, 
 marched down to Inverness; on which occasion. 
 Lord Seafield's sister. Lady Anne, one of the most 
 popular personages in the north, had to assure the 
 Highlanders she was satisfied with the treatment 
 her family were receiving, or they w^ould instantly 
 have proceeded to hostile measures. 
 
 After leaving Benavie, in a gig drawn by the 
 same horse forty miles that day, we proceeded 
 through splendid scenery to Arisaig, admiring every 
 variety of form that mountain or glen can exhibit. 
 Hills of unspeakable height, trees in boundless pro- 
 
BENAVIE. 153 
 
 fusion, rivers, lakes, rocks, precipices, every thlno-, 
 for miles and miles, that could be admired or en- 
 joyed, except hmnan habitations, which were very 
 few, and very far indeed between. Political econ- 
 omists talk of Britain being too much crowded, as 
 if one-half the inhabitants should be drowned that 
 the other half might live comfortably ; but in this 
 part of the country there would be room enough yet 
 for you and me. 
 
 Those who prefer continental travelling, where 
 the sympathies are scarcely ever called forth by a 
 sight of rural habitations, might think this wilder- 
 ness of natural beauty sufficiently interesting ; but 
 scenery appears to me like a body without a spirit, 
 unless there be added to all the decorations of nature 
 some signs of human life. I used to be told, that 
 no one could look steadily at a mountain for ten 
 minutes without discovering some living creature 
 upon it ; but here you might watch during a long 
 summer's day, and see nothing more alive than the 
 rocks. Travellers, in a precipitous country hke 
 this, should get their nerves newly strung for the 
 occasion, as the road is really like a slack-rope slung 
 between the mountains. In places where we should 
 merely have been killed on the spot by an overturn, 
 there were no parapets ; but where wc must have 
 been literally dashed to atoms, a low wall had been 
 raised, merely sufficient to give the horse a hint that 
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154 * GLENFINNAN. 
 
 he was not expected to go over, though he dehghted 
 to approach the very edge, as if enjoying the jest 
 of terrifying me. This animal must certainly once 
 have been a civil engineer, he detected so instantly 
 the slightest ascent in the road, when no inducement 
 could make him at all accelerate the lounging pace 
 in which he felt entitled to indulge. At one place, 
 in the dusk of the evening, we suddenly turned a 
 sharp corner of the road, and came so startingly 
 close to a blazing fire surrounded by gypsies, that 
 our quadruped shyed, and instantly backed to the 
 very edge of a precipice. One step more and we 
 were over, when a tall, fine-looking " Johnnie Faa" 
 sprung forward, and seized the horse's bridle. Now 
 for a robbery ! No ! but having led us safely past 
 the danger, he vanished, without waiting to be either 
 thanked or remunerated. 
 
 Near the head of Glenfinnan lies a beautiful 
 tract of country where I built my fifty-ninth cottage. 
 The Trossachs are nothing to this ! Loch Shell 
 hemmed in by a rugged range of rocky knolls, which 
 are surmounted by peaked mountains and shaggy 
 precipices. The hills were formerly clothed with 
 forests, now thinned into beautiful clumps of hoary 
 old fir trees, stretching their long bare arms in fan- 
 tastic shapes and forms towards the road, and con- 
 trasted with the pea-green fohage of the young 
 birch wood. The whole scene is enclosed within a 
 
GLENFINNAN. * 155 
 
 stony range of barren mountains, looking as if their 
 very bones had been picked, and conspicuous in the 
 centre of this glen stands a monument raised to com- 
 memorate the spot where Prince Charles first landed 
 " to win the crown of his ancestors or perish," and 
 to take possession of a country which must indeed 
 have seemed well worth fio;htino; for. Here he 
 gazed for the first time on its verdant fields, its lim- 
 pid streams, its waving forests, and the bold heights 
 of Ben Nevis rising four thousand feet above the 
 spot where he stood, and here once more Charles 
 Edward, as a conquered fugitive, looked for the last 
 time upon his native country and hereditary king- 
 dom, before he re-embarked to leave it for ever. 
 They were bitter tears shed by the last of the Stuarts 
 near this very spot, when, surrounded by more than 
 a hundred Highland gentlemen whom his enterprise 
 had ruined, he drew his sword with Princely dignity 
 to begin an animating speech, but on turning to the 
 brave men following him to banishment, he was 
 struck to the heart with grief, suddenly sheathed it, 
 and wept in silence. The monument is " neat and 
 appropriate," but not very unlike a candlestick, sur- 
 mounted by a diminutive statue of the Prince, who 
 is supposed to be anxiously watching for the arrival 
 of Locheil and his adherents. When the works of na- 
 ture are on so gigantic a scale, any work of man must 
 appear, as this does, like a contribution from a toy shop. 
 
156 ARISAIG. 
 
 An inn is kept at Glenfinnan by the tallest man 
 in the Highlands, who measures six feet seven, — or 
 seven feet six, — and is large in proportion. Our 
 host is said to be vain of his prodigious celebrity, 
 and it is well for him if he can consider it an advan- 
 tage, but your friend, who pitied a glow-worm for 
 carrying a light because it was conspicuous, would 
 not envy him. Some people are vain of any pecu- 
 liarity, and would like to be remarked for having 
 two arms, or only one nose, if that were at all un- 
 common, but the love of notoriety, without being 
 very fastidious as to the cause, was never more curi- 
 ously testified than by Voltaire, who envied a robber 
 for being hanged, because it made him celebrated 
 for a time. 
 
 After wearying ourselves with admiring a med- 
 ley of promontories, precipices, islands, mountains, 
 forests, bays, and creeks, we arrived at Arisaig, 
 which is so unusual a route anywhere, that the inn- 
 keeper seemed in as much consternation at the arri- 
 val of travellers, as if we had been comets, or had 
 rode upon broomsticks. Till the landlady recovered 
 her presence of mind, she ushered us into the kitchen, 
 apologizing that her parlour and three best bed- 
 rooms had been constantly occupied during the last 
 twelve summers by a trio of gentlemen from Ox- 
 ford, who come there to enjoy fishing and shooting 
 during the whole season, I wish Messrs. Templar, 
 
ARISAIG. 157 
 
 Chaplin, and Thorpe, had each a Highland estate, 
 since they seem so well disposed towards the coun- 
 try ; but in the meantime it would have been conve- 
 nient to enforce at Arisaig, the regulation made at 
 the New Club, that no person can occupy his rooms 
 above a fortnight, without making way for a suc- 
 cessor. 
 
 Late in the evening, we were at length shown 
 into a sitting-room, resembling an armory of guns, 
 varied by fishing rods, and adorned with a greater 
 variety of flies than Domitian ever killed. Here be- 
 ing allowed by special license to partake of some 
 refreshment, we " tea'd," though certainly the tea 
 was not from Assam or from the Emperor of China's 
 own tea-chest, but came, more probably, off the 
 neighbouring hedges or hay-fields. 
 
 Lord Cranstoun's beautifully situated cottage 
 near this, might be mistaken for a villa from Chel- 
 tenham, but shows no resemblance to a cottage, ex- 
 cept in the name, being a solid substantial square 
 mansion, situated in a perfect paradise for sportsmen, 
 as the grounds are quite a zoological garden of 
 birds, animals, and fish, wild, tame, and amphibious, 
 every species of living creature in short, except man- 
 kind ; but the solitude around this charming place is 
 like that on Robinson Crusoe's island, before he came 
 there himself The motto of Lord Cranstoun's family 
 is rather a selfish one, " Thou shalt want ere I want !" 
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158 ARISAIG. 
 
 A profound author makes the very original re- 
 mark that, "every day must be followed by its 
 nightj" and, having been asleep for some time, I 
 shall now wish myself a good repose. You once 
 d escribed a novel to me as " a book of sitting-up- 
 ali-night interest," which I hope this long letter may 
 prove, when you honour it with a perusal, and pray 
 write me a Rowland for an Oliver, as I rigidly ad- 
 here, with my correspondents, to that sagacious old 
 rule, " never give an apple, except to those who 
 have an orchard." You have some good qualities, 
 but frequent letter-writing is certainly not one of 
 them, and, like Sheridan, who always contrived, 
 when his creditors came for payment, to out-wit 
 them and borrow more, you excel so much in apol- 
 ogies, that after having intended your last " small 
 note" to be protested, I now^ send you a larger in- 
 stalment than ever, though scarcely hoping to receive 
 more than one per cent, in return. 
 
 After all our difficulties and dangers, I may con- 
 clude this epistle with saying, like Lord Grizzle in 
 Tom Thumb, 
 
 " Thus far our arms with victory are crown'd ; 
 For though we have not fought, yet we have found 
 No enemy to fight withal." 
 
SKYE. 
 
 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
 There is a rapture in the lonely shore, 
 There is society where none intrudes, 
 By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 
 
 Byron. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — The Vicar of Wakefield gives 
 great encouragement to hasty scribblers, by remark- 
 ing, that " a book may be amusing with numerous 
 errors, and dull without a single absurdity ;" there- 
 fore pray take this as you find it, and I hope you are 
 not yet surfeited with beautiful scenery and miscel- 
 laneous jottings. 
 
 Having scarcely ever, during the last few weeks, 
 escaped the sound of wheels, belonging either to a 
 carriage, or a steam-boat, it was an agreeable vari- 
 ety this morning when we entered the Excise boat, 
 an elegant little sailing vessel, ready to assist us in 
 crossing the fifteen miles between Arisaig and the 
 Isle of Skye, which takes its name from a Danish 
 word, signifying the Isle of Mist. 
 
 During our voyage in this little fairy vessel, I 
 could have pitied all the world but ourselves, we 
 were so enchanted. It is curious that the utmost 
 expression of enjoyment you can succeed in drawing 
 
160 SKYE. 
 
 from a Scotch peasant is, " I canna complain !" 
 Some people thinli: it beneath their dignity to be en- 
 tirely pleased under any circumstances ; but I coin- 
 cide with the philosopher who remarked, that it was 
 better to be born with a disposition to look at the 
 bright side of things, than to an estate of j£20,000 a 
 year. Travellers carry their own pleasure, or ennui, 
 like their baggage, along with them ; but yet the 
 more nearly we approach the confines of perfect 
 happiness, the more is our enjoyment mingled with 
 a feeling of awe, in reflecting that we are in a world 
 w^here nothing can last ; and pleasure least of all. 
 
 The difference between a steam-boat and a 
 sailing-vessel seemed as great at first, as between a 
 caterpillar and a butterfly, but my contempt for 
 boilers and funnels did not last long, as we were 
 very soon becalmed, when a few turns of the vulgar 
 paddle would have been very acceptable. What a 
 convenience the trade winds must be ! I thought of 
 the dialogue between Macbeth's witches. "I'll 
 give thee a wdnd !" " Thou art kind !" but it 
 w^ould not have suited me to continue the dialogue, 
 " In a sieve I'll thither sail !" The two boatmen 
 wdelded their oars, and laboured so hard, under a 
 burning sun during five hours, that I really felt 
 grieved for them, and when the dark brown sail 
 waved idly over our heads, I wished it were turned 
 into a canopy of smoke, that we might have enjoyed 
 
ARMroALE CASTLE. 161 
 
 all the stir and bustle of cutting through the water 
 by steam. The useful is, in the long run, always 
 preferable to the ornamental, and w^e had abundant 
 time to arrive at this conclusion, while sitting on 
 the w^ater, making no perceptible progress, and with 
 nothing to do but look at the rugged hills of Skye, 
 w^hich seemed never any nearer. 
 
 Being obliged to make for the nearest point in 
 order to arrive before midnight, we landed at Ard- 
 voiser Bay, on a long range of high, sharp, slippery 
 rocks, covered wdth wet sea-w^eed, and betraying 
 us every moment into a false step. Here our diffi- 
 cult and dangerous progress became an apt emblem 
 of prosperity, as the higher w^e rose, the less hope 
 there was of escaping a fall. At one place, where 
 I was tottering and sliding over a wilderness of sea- 
 weed and rocks, all more slippery than ice, and 
 thinking of Glengarry, a sure-footed Highlander, 
 fracturing his skull in such a scene, I began to feel 
 serious doubts whether my own could be safely con- 
 veyed to terra firma, and felt perfectly certain, that 
 the first man who invented piers, did so after 
 landing at Ardvoiser Bay, or some place very 
 like it. 
 
 Two thirds of Skye belonged to my grand- 
 father and uncle in succession, who are now^ repre- 
 sented by the present chieftain, Lord Macdonald, to 
 whose beautifully situated castle we immediately 
 
162 ARMIDALE CASTLE. 
 
 proceeded, though obUged on this occasion to bene- 
 fit by the hospitahty of an absent relative. Stran- 
 gers, in former days, whom the family had never 
 even seen, used to be entertained at Armidale castle 
 by the factor, and often remained for several days ; 
 but on entering the silent halls and uninhabited 
 apartments, we felt, like Hajii Baba, the want of a 
 friend to say, " you are welcome." The feeling of 
 solitude was singularly and painfully increased by 
 seeing the almost living portraits of those who once 
 would have given us so cordial a reception. All 
 around appeared the relations with whom our ear- 
 liest recollections of kindness were associated, — and 
 yet we were alone ! I never knew the power of 
 painting before ! We were at last in that house, 
 where they had so often wished us to visit them, 
 and of which they had spoken with so much delight ; 
 but we had come after their voices are silent, and 
 the place that once knew them shall know them no 
 more. It was a solemn and mournful feeling, and 
 when I looked for the first time on our forefathers, 
 and thought on their more ancient progenitors, who 
 were sovereign Princes of the Isles, entering into 
 treaties with the monarchs of England, making war 
 on the kings of Scotland, and intermarrying with 
 their families, I could not but remember the pa- 
 thetic language of Ossian, " Where are our fathers, 
 O chiefs of the times of old ? They are set like 
 
ARMIDALE CASTLE. 163 
 
 stars that have shone, we only hear the sound of 
 their praise. But they were renowned in their day, 
 and the terror of other times. Thus do we pass in 
 the day of our fall, like the last beams of the sun, 
 when he hides his red head in the west." 
 
 Here a gothic window of painted glass, exhibits 
 a portrait in full Highland garb, representing the 
 celebrated Somerled, first Lord of the Isles, a dis- 
 tinguished warrior six hundred years ago, who mar- 
 ried the daughter of a Norwegian king, and founded 
 the family of Macdonald. It is related of him, that 
 being once on a very small island, with only a hun- 
 dred followers, he was besieged by the whole Nor- 
 wegian fleet, and apprehensive that the enemy might 
 overpower him, he adopted a singular stratagem to 
 intimidate them from landing. The whole force 
 under his command being clothed in goats' skins, 
 he ordered the Highlanders to march round the 
 island with their colours flying, and their bagpipes 
 playing. This attracted attention, and the moment 
 his troops had passed out of sight, the men were 
 desired to turn their coats inside out, and with this 
 altered exterior, and a different gathering played on 
 the bagpipes, they marched past the Norwegian 
 fleet again. Having repeated a similar metamor- 
 phosis several times, the invaders became intimi- 
 dated at the number of regiments apparently mus- 
 tering to oppose them, and set sail without beat of 
 
164 ARMiDALE CASTLE. 
 
 drmn. This is the only instance on record when a 
 Lord of the Isles became a turn-coat. 
 
 The portrait of chief general interest in Armi- 
 dale Castle, is that of the celebrated Sir James Mac- 
 donald, whose early death at the age of twenty-five, 
 was universally lamented as an irreparable loss to 
 literature and to society. Like the Admirable Crich- 
 ton, he was prepared and trained to excel in the 
 race which Providence ordained that he never should 
 run, so that while all were ready to yield him the 
 palm of triumphant success, he sunk into an un- 
 timely grave. The extraordinary honours paid to 
 his memory at Rome, notwithstanding his being a 
 Protestant, exceeded what had ever been shown to 
 any British subject since the death of Sir Philip 
 Sidney; and his epitaph, or rather panegyric, writ- 
 ten by the famous Lord Littleton, is carved on mar- 
 ble in the parish church at Armidale. There buried 
 in the coffin beside himself lie all his writings and 
 papers ! Though admired and honoured by all oth- 
 ers, he courted privacy himself, and drew a promise 
 from Lady Margaret Macdonald, his mother, that 
 not a page he had ever written should be preserved, 
 to which she rigidly adhered, and thus the halo that 
 shines around the memory of so distinguished a 
 scholar is untarnished by the cupidity or injudicious- 
 ness of survivors. 
 
 In the present bookmaking age, no precaution 
 
ARMIDALE CASTLE. 165 
 
 on his own part could probably have shielded Sir 
 James Macdonald from becoming the subject of a 
 catch-penny volume, containing recollections of his 
 fire-side conversations, varied by a transcript of all 
 his boyish themes, and how-d'ye-do letters ; but a 
 law should really be passed, making it felonious to 
 attempt any man's life against his consent, and if 
 he gives it, I would bring in a verdict oi felo de se. 
 The race of self-interested speculators in biography 
 had scarcely then appeared in the world, so that an 
 eminent man might slip out of it without suffering 
 from that " new terror of death," the assassination 
 of fame which pursues a helpless mortal after he 
 ought to be laid at rest in the grave. I remember 
 being amused once at a jocular advertisement w^hich 
 appeared in the newspaper, announcing " the remi- 
 niscences of a small puppy dog," that Hved in a cage 
 beside the lion at Exeter 'Change. He is supposed, 
 like any other biographer of the present day, to bring 
 the noble animal as much to his own level as possi- 
 ble, and confidently announces his pretensions in 
 these lines, — 
 
 And few dogs have such opportunities bad, 
 Of Icnowing how lions behave among friends, — 
 How that animal eats, how he moves, how he drinks, 
 Is all noted down by this Boswellso small, 
 And 'tis plain, from each sentence, the puppy-dog thinks 
 That the lion was no such great things after all. 
 15 
 
166 ARMITALE CASTLE. 
 
 The best portrait of Sir James Macdonald was 
 painted at Rome, a very short time before his death. 
 He is seated in an arm-chair, turning over the leaves 
 of a book, and nothing can be more touchingly in- 
 teresting than the thoughtful melancholy expression 
 on his pallid countenance, while his high expanded 
 forehead would have perfectly enraptured a phre- 
 nologist. An earlier picture represents him in the 
 Highland costume as a boy, carrying his gun, w^hile 
 his younger brother, w-ho afterw^ards inherited the 
 chieftainship, is playing at golf with the ball at his 
 foot, an emblem perhaps of the good fortune which 
 attended all his subsequent life. 
 
 When a very ancient chief of the Grants was 
 offered the Earldom of Seafield, he proudly declined 
 it, saying, " Who would then be Laird of Grant ?" 
 and it has been thought that the chieftain of Mac- 
 c onald, representing the ancient Lords of the Isles, 
 need scarcely have accepted a coronet ; but when 
 the title was given, peerages were peerages, not pro- 
 duced in annual Whig crops, apparently at random, 
 but reserved for men of fortune, family and distinc- 
 tion. The chieftainship of a Clan, not being a 
 chartered title, disputes have arisen during the pre- 
 sent day respecting the pre-eminence in almost every 
 Highland family, and none is more keenly contested 
 than that of Macdonald. In various distinguished 
 branches of the feimily, a mistaken belief arose, that 
 
ARMIDALE CASTLE. 167 
 
 by proving themselves to represent Ranald Macdon- 
 ald, and to have inherited his name as Ranaldson or 
 Clanranald, they at once obtained the supremacy, 
 whereas, the point to be demonstrated, is not " the 
 true Ranaldson," but the true " Macdonald," a name 
 by which the present chief is known throughout the 
 Isles. 
 
 The accurate and investigating Dr. Johnson, 
 during his visit to Skye, made no mistake on this 
 point ; but Sir Walter Scott, less historically correct, 
 bestowed brevet rank on an " island Lord" who 
 suited his poetical narrative, in consequence of 
 which, the claimant to whom he gave a preference 
 wrote immediately to the late Alexander Lord Mac- 
 donald, urging him to acknowledge the justness of 
 this unforeseen promotion. 
 
 My uncle, more amused than irritated, returned 
 the following answer, characteristic of his usual 
 urbanity and good humour. 
 
 "Dear Sir, — Till you prove that you are my 
 chieftain, I am yours, 
 
 " Macdonald." 
 
 When Sir Walter Scott spoke slightingly once 
 of the " Slate family," as he named that of the 
 chief, on account of his property being situated in 
 the district of Sleat, a relation who was present 
 
168 ARMIDALE CASTLE. 
 
 remarked, " You will find, on inquiry, that in the 
 house of Macdonald, the Slates were always upper- 
 most." 
 
 Alexander Lord Macdonald, for many years the 
 liberal benefactor of Skye, is still remembered there 
 with a warmth of gratitude, which neither time nor 
 death have yet obliterated, and every eye brightened 
 with pleasing recollection when we mentioned his 
 name. He lived on terms of cordial intimacy with 
 his clansmen and tenantry, whose interests it w^as his 
 chief pleasure, during a long succession of years, to 
 promote, while the greater proportion of his large 
 income was expended on the improvement and 
 decoration of his estate. An English visiter once 
 asked him with surprise, how it happened that all 
 his principal tenants came to dine at Armidale 
 Castle whenever they pleased, while in the South, 
 farmers are welcomed only when they come to pay 
 their rents, to which he replied, " Your English 
 tenants are all boors, but mine are Highland gentle- 
 men of family and education." 
 
 Alexander Lord Macdonald lived to complete 
 only one-third of the magnificent castle Avhich he 
 intended to raise here, on a plan by Gillespie, but 
 even this comparatively moderate house forms a fine 
 residence in the Gothic style. The situation is in- 
 describably beautiful, almost overhanging an elbow 
 of the Atlantic, and surrounded by a finely-wooded 
 
BROADFORD. 169 
 
 park, with trees crowded to the shore, ahnost within 
 water-mark, and the verdant forests, strangely con- 
 trasted by a wall of barren mountains, ranged along 
 the opposite coast, so bare and rugged, that you 
 might suppose they had been blasted by lightning 
 Towards evening, the setting sun cast a ruddy glare 
 over those gigantic hills of Moidart, which made 
 them look like red porphyry, while the clouds seemed 
 to be raining fire upon them. 
 
 When the Duke of Orleans travelled through 
 Scotland, he mentioned that no scenery on the Con- 
 tinent, or elsewhere, had ever astonished him so 
 much as the Coulin mountains of Skye, and I tied a 
 knot on my memory at the moment to take the 
 earliest opportunity of going there. That countiy 
 was, however, a perfect cnl de sac till lately, very 
 difficult to get into, and still more difficult to escape 
 from, but now, when steamboats have rendered every 
 place almost equally accessible, you may see flocks 
 and herds of visiters hurrying across from the main- 
 land, and next morning we proceeded towards the 
 grand point of attraction, Loch Scavaig. Our drive 
 across the country towards Broadford, led through a 
 country, in some places, so flat and barren, you 
 might see a hare half a mile off", and the heavy wet 
 clouds seemed entirely to have sponged the sun out 
 of the sky. The view continued to be a spacious 
 blank, till at last we came in sight of a fine Vesu- 
 15* 
 
170 BROADFORD. 
 
 vius-like mountain, on the summit of which a Nor- 
 wegian princess once desired to be buried, that her 
 dirge might be sung by her native breezes. The 
 idea sounds pretty and poetical, but there is not much 
 more actual sense in it, than in the order given by 
 an Austrian princess, that her body should not be 
 buried in the family vault, as the last person interred 
 there had died of the small-pox. 
 
 The only -visible occupants of the small inn at 
 Broadford, where we stopped to dine, were a pretty 
 little girl, about fourteen, who received our orders 
 in the triple capacity- of landlady, chambermaid, and 
 cook, while a boy still younger seemed to hold an 
 equal plurality of offices. These young persons are 
 the grandchildren of a ferryman, named MTnnes, to 
 whom Prince Charles, in his utmost extremity, ap- 
 plied for assistance after the battle of Culloden. The 
 Prince's object was to escape from Skye, and the 
 generous Highlander, knowing what a dangerous 
 service it might be, and that a reward of ^£30,000 
 would be paid him for betraying the royal fugitive, 
 nevertheless carried him safely over from Strathaird 
 to Arisaig. In returning, this faithful adherent was 
 seized by a king's ship, under command of Captain 
 Ferguson, who guessed he had some knowledge of 
 Prince Charles's concealment, and tried to extort a 
 confession, first by persuasion, and afterwards by in- 
 flicting five hundred lashes, with cruel severity, but 
 
STRATH. 171 
 
 all in vain. The secret remained untold, and M'ln- 
 nes received no other reward for his magnanimous 
 conduct, than the inward consciousness of integrity, 
 while to his descendants he has bequeathed an hon- 
 ourable poverty, and a name that ought not to be 
 forgotten. 
 
 After having paraded through Broadford, in- 
 specting the village-pump and other public build- 
 ings, we returned to dine on ham of every kind, 
 and eggs of every date, but scarcely had we sat 
 down, before the Rev. Mr. Mackinnon arrived, with 
 so cordial an invitation to the house of his brother- 
 in-law, Mr. Mackinnon of Corrichatican, that in half 
 an hour I found myself transported into an elegant 
 drawing-room, under the same roof w^ith the vener- 
 able Mrs. Mackinnon, aged 95, who formerly enter- 
 tained Dr. Johnson in Skye, enjoying a splendid sea 
 view from the window, and welcomed by an agree- 
 able circle of ready-made friends, who had not been 
 conscious of our existence an hour before. There 
 really seems to be a " Strangers' friend society" at 
 every house on the island, and no one can feel him- 
 self a stranger long. The inns having no horses or 
 conveyance of any kind, travellers in Skye move 
 about like the Ayrshire beggars, who are laid help- 
 lessly down at a door, till, having been received and 
 refreshed, they can be passed on to the nearest 
 house beyond. After spending a day most agreea- 
 
172 STRATH. 
 
 bly at Corry, we were conveyed to the manse at 
 Strath, where the most unquaUfied and abundant at- 
 tention is paid to that injunction of Scripture, " use 
 hospitaUty one towards another, without grudging." 
 Mr. Mackinnon made his house, his time, and his 
 servants, entirely our own, and we felt so much at 
 home, during the two days of our stay, that I could 
 not but think the visiters at the manse of Strath 
 must sometimes be in danger of forgetting Solo- 
 mon's admonition to guests, " remove thy foot from 
 thy neighbour's house, lest he weary of thee, and 
 curse thee." 
 
 We went on Sunday to hear Mr. Mackinnon 
 preach, first in Gaelic and then in English. The 
 parish church being now in a ruinous, tumble-down 
 state, both services were performed in the open air, 
 which, on a fine summer day, has a truly delightful 
 and apostolical appearance. We sat on a carpet of 
 daisies, surrounded by mountains, and canopied by a 
 gorgeous azure sky, reminding us of the power and 
 presence of an Almighty Creator, more than any 
 walls built by human skill, while the sacred music 
 of the psalms was mingled with the notes of a 
 blackbird, the humming of bees, the bleating of 
 sheep, and the distant cry of the sea-gulls. All 
 nature seemed united to " speak our Maker as we 
 can." 
 
 There we literally seemed to breathe liquid sun- 
 
STRATH. 173 
 
 shine, but in cities, the want of ventilation at our 
 churches and chapels is a serious grievance, and an 
 eminent chemist, wishing lately to prove what a 
 poisonous atmosphere is endured by crowded con- 
 gregations at Edinburgh, carefully bottled off a spe- 
 cimen of the air in various churches, after the audi- 
 ence had dispersed. The result was, that a fly could 
 scarcely survive upon the polluted air, which had 
 been breathed successively by a dozen of persons 
 at least, or, if the sermon had been long, by double 
 the number. I often wish that air might become 
 dyed of a different colour, after being used, that 
 those who live in a perpetual terror of fresh air 
 might see the poisonous atmosphere to which they 
 condemn themselves, for all the tasteful rurahties of 
 life are destroyed by those who dread the gentlest 
 zephyrs, and some of our friends, even if they lived 
 in a bottle, would wish to put the cork in. Mr. 
 Irving used to say that he had " a satin and velvet 
 congregation" at his chapel in London, but here we 
 saw one entirely of tartan. The people were almost 
 universally of the lower ranks, and so indigent, that 
 the usual Scotch custom of making a collection 
 during service, for the poor, was entirely omitted, as 
 most of those present would have only been giving 
 with one hand, to receive in another. Still I re- 
 gretted the omission, even though our subscription 
 had been like that in the famous anti-climax of 
 
174 STRATH. 
 
 O'Connell's rent, " a penny from the poor man, a 
 half-penny from the beggar man, and a farthing 
 from the starving man." 
 
 One of the most indigent old men in the con- 
 gregation we observed indefatigably handing about 
 his own " snuff mull" among his very poor looking 
 neighbours, and I could not but admire the spirit of 
 gentleman-like liberality with which he made eveiy 
 one welcome to share the greatest luxmy he could 
 offer. Two very aged women, to whom he was 
 peculiarly attentive, reclined almost full-length on 
 the turf beside him, and the thought forced itself 
 upon me, how soon they must all be laid beneath 
 it, — " Time had shaken them by the hand, and 
 death could not be far behind." When looking at 
 this " old kirk-yard," which seemed like " a valley 
 of dry bones," the fresh green grass waving in the 
 breeze over the ancient graves of many a departed 
 generation, it was impressive to reflect how thin a 
 barrier divided us all, — that the sun above our heads 
 was only lighting us to the tomb, — that every hour 
 which strikes, and every pulse which beats, is the 
 knell of departing time, — that many a Sabbath is 
 already registered in the eternal record on our ac- 
 count, — and that soon, very soon, the sum of all our 
 Sabbath shall be made up. 
 
 No choice is allowed us when or where we shall 
 go through the solemn mystery of death ; but how 
 
STRATH. 175 
 
 to meet its sacred terrors is the one only point of 
 importance, and that is placed in om* own hands, 
 whether we shall rush unprepared and unwilling 
 into the presence of an offended Judge, or pass, w^ith 
 holy hope and peaceful resignation, into the man- 
 sions of a forgiving and beneficent Father. 
 
 There would be no unhappiness in this world if 
 we could conform our wills entirely to the will of 
 God, but such a feeling, in its utmost perfection, 
 can never be attained while the soul continues im- 
 prisoned in a mortal body ; yet men are happy in 
 exact proportion as they advance in such an implicit 
 submission to the Almighty ; and it is the greatest 
 triumph of faith over nature, when we can see hope 
 even illuminate the grave, and calmly acquiesce in 
 the solemn decree, that the tomb shall speedily 
 close between us, and all we have ever yet seen or 
 known, confidently believing that an admission has 
 been obtained for us, undeser\ing as w^e are, into a 
 brighter and better world, " a new heaven and a 
 new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness." 
 
 There w^as a strange mixture of belief and infi- 
 delity in the last words of Thistlewood the murderer, 
 before he was launched into eternity, " I shall soon 
 know the great secret !" The Highlanders talk of 
 death with as much fearlessness as if it were the 
 escape of a bird from its cage, or like cutting the 
 cables that confine a balloon to the earth ; and they 
 
176 STRATH. 
 
 have a curious custom of sending messages to the 
 dead by their dying friends, — for in no country are 
 the deceased so entirely spoken of, and thought of, 
 as being " not lost, but gone before," — as yet living, 
 though absent ; and I have always believed that 
 the unseen world is not so far distant as many sup- 
 pose, for here already we are invisibly surrounded 
 by " ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for 
 them who shall be heirs of salvation." Some Chris- 
 tians accustom themselves to think too vaguely and 
 indefinitely of Heaven, as a place of disembodied 
 spirits, where they shall flit about like wreaths of 
 mist upon the mountain tops ; and such mistaken 
 views engender a degree of careless indifference, 
 which could not continue if we realized the blessed 
 consciousness, that our bodies shall rise at the resur- 
 rection, — that we shall be re-united to the Chris- 
 tian companions of our earthly existence, — that we 
 shall enjoy communion wdth the saints and martyrs 
 whose memory we have been accustomed to rever- 
 ence, — and, above all, that our glorified Redeemer 
 himself shall welcome us to those mansions of eter- 
 nal joy, w^hich he died that we might enter. 
 
 Thus all our prospects bright'ning to the last, 
 Our Heav'n commences ere the world be past. 
 
LOCH SCAVAIG. 
 
 While nature seems to sit alone, 
 Majestic on a craggy throne. 
 
 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. 
 
 Macbeth. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — We used, long ago, to pity 
 the Romans for being obliged to write upon wax, 
 but that could scarcely seem a more uncomfortable 
 task than to write legibly upon this glazed slippery 
 paper now in fashion, where the words must be 
 traced often three times over, and after all are not 
 very readable. Nothing appears less understood in 
 the world, than that the chief object of writing is to 
 be read, or so many people would not adopt beau- 
 tiful but illegible hands ; and as for Members of 
 Parliament, during their days of greatness, when 
 franks were still in being, it seemed their favourite 
 achievement to adopt a signature which no one 
 could decipher. A friend of ours once showed me 
 her collection of illegible franks, and I would as 
 soon have attempted to make out a Herculaneum 
 manuscript. Much mischief has been done in the 
 world by its becoming so universally acknowledged 
 an axiom, that " all clever people write bad hands," 
 consequently it is assimied, that all who write bad 
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178 SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 
 
 hands are clever; and those who show no other 
 symptoms of being so, can, at all events, use point- 
 less pens and glazed paper, like those with which I 
 am about to teaze and puzzle you. 
 
 We now proposed to navigate our course towards 
 the celebrated bay called Loch Scavaig, and to pre- 
 pare for admiring that far-famed ne 'plus ultra of 
 Highland fresh-water lakes, " Loch Coruisk," which 
 seemed so difficult of access, that I almost despaired 
 of ever delighting my eyes with the view of its dark 
 waters and rugged boundaries. Wherever w^e 
 stayed in Skye, it alw^ays turned out to be " twenty 
 miles distant," and the only mode of access, by sea 
 in an open boat. For one tolerable day now, I 
 would have exchanged a week of the very worst 
 weather at any other time; and fortunately on 
 Monday the sun treated us to so splendid a blaze of 
 light and heat, as could scarcely have been outdone 
 in Italy or the tropics. 
 
 By a consultation of w^atches, it was nine o'clock 
 when our boat started on its rowing match of 
 twenty miles distance and back again. We had 
 four oars, and the boatmen pulled so well, that we 
 accomplished it, including stoppages, in exactly 
 twelve hours. We had what sailors call " a lady's 
 breeze," w^hich never seemed to know its own 
 mind ; and as the French have a proverb, that " the 
 wind in a man's face makes him wise," we must 
 
SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 179 
 
 have become perfect philosophers on this occasion, 
 seeing at every turn we expected to put up a sail ; 
 but no ! it actually veered round five times during 
 the day, becoming always more adverse. The 
 weather-cocks had a sad life of it ! I have long 
 observed an interesting and remarkable fact as to 
 tides, that, steer in what direction we may, they are 
 always against us ; and both in going and return- 
 ing, our bark had to stem its utmost force. We 
 had, however, a dehciously hot day, clear, and 
 perfectly bright, except at the horizon, where a 
 curious ribbon of mist ran the whole way along 
 between the ocean and sky. 
 
 When the Doge of Venice next marries the sea, 
 he should come to Skye, where his bride may be 
 seen in her utmost possible beauty, with " weeds 
 that sparkle, and with weaves that blaze." On 
 approaching the shore, we saw into the clear crystal 
 depths so distinctly, that you might have read a 
 newspaper lying underneath. Here the medusas 
 had a beautiful appearance, as a continual succes- 
 sion of them floated upwards in the water, painted 
 in so great a variety of brilliant colours, that they 
 looked like China plates, w^hile some were so 
 transparent, they might have been mistaken for 
 glass tumblers. A perfect garden of sea-weed and 
 shells, exhibiting the most vi\ad colours, and divided 
 by patches of glittering sand, looked so beautiful 
 
180 SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 
 
 and inviting, that I wished myself endowed with 
 the lungs of a fish, to have dived down, and walked 
 about in those cool retreats, where the mermaid's 
 song might have been most appropriately sung, — 
 
 My gay bower is biggit o' the gude ships' keels, 
 
 And the banes o' the drown'd at sea ; 
 The fish are the deer that fill my parks, 
 
 And the water waste my dowrie. 
 
 And my bower is slated wi' the big blue waves, 
 
 And pav'd wi' the yellow sand, 
 And in my chambers grow bonnie white flowers, 
 
 That never grew on land. 
 
 I observed an otter busily fishing for his liveli- 
 hood among the rocks, and hope he enjoyed better 
 sport than we did, as the whole party carried lines 
 during twelve hours, without any better success than 
 two nibbles and a bite. After hooking one very 
 fine lythe, which rose to the surface, he escaped, 
 probably laughing in his sleeve at our want of 
 skill. Here I was shown a place where the late 
 proprietor of Strathaird, who thought no more of 
 ordering a new house, than we do of building a new 
 bonnet, actually had three successive mansions for 
 himself and family, before he felt satisfied with the 
 situation. Number one was too near the shore, as 
 he said it was impossible to breathe there, so he 
 razed it to the foundation. Number two had been 
 elevated rather high up the bank, so it was forsa- 
 
181 
 
 ken ; but at last number three hit the happy me- 
 dium, and he condescended to Kve and die there. 
 Another somewhat expensive eccentricity of the old 
 gentleman's was, that having once ordered a supply 
 of glass and crockery from Liverpool, which was so 
 ill packed, it became broken, he always afterwards 
 made his guests and his family drink their tea, wine, 
 or beer in silver cups, not by any means an agreea- 
 ble substitute for China. 
 
 Strathaird's cave, which drew tears of rapturous 
 admiration from the late Lord Kinneder, is one of 
 the seven wonders of Skye, being exeedingly exten- 
 sive, and lined with beautiful spar, so perfectly white 
 and crystallized, that I have seen morsels broken off, 
 with which an absent man would have sugared his 
 tea. The entrance is very imposing, as if a hill had 
 been torn asunder to form it. Both sides are flank- 
 ed by prodigious masses of rock and spar, covered 
 with dark draperies of sea-weed, which had the ef- 
 fect, at some distance, of large shaggy animals hang- 
 ing over the roof. An inner cave is still finer, but 
 so difficult of access, that I wished it had been im- 
 possible. A steep, slippery inclined plane of glassy 
 wet spar, looking like sheets of ice, thirty feet high, 
 must be first surmounted, while one sailor, with a 
 lighted torch, leads the way, and another follows 
 behind, to catch those who fall. Shakspeare re- 
 marks, that " many would be cowards if they dare," 
 16* 
 
182 
 
 but I always dare. On this occasion, we should 
 certainly have fractured two or three limbs at least ; 
 and not having a skilful surgeon with us, I made a 
 pretext, that great damage having recently been done 
 to the cave by tourists, who broke fragments of the 
 stalactite off, to take away for specimens, it w^ould 
 be painful to witness the cruel devastation. A very 
 curious monk's head, with a long beard, most accu- 
 rately sculptured by nature, once decorated this cave, 
 but the beard has gradually been broken off and 
 pilfered. Some travellers would steal the nose from 
 the Venus de Medici if they could ! Most of those 
 weighty samples of the cave are, after all, hurried 
 into a watery grave before reaching the shore, and 
 the perpetrators of these disgraceful mutilations 
 should be intimidated by the apparition which still 
 remains in this cave, a gigantic w^hite statue of spar, 
 standing on a pavement like onyx stones, commonly 
 pointed out as the geni of the place. The proprie- 
 tor being naturally anxious to impede future devas- 
 tations, a hideously ugly w^ooden paling has been 
 raised across the mouth of this remarkable cave, 
 backed by a substantial modern gate, and clumsy 
 padlock. I almost fainted at the sight of it ! This 
 disenchants the whole scene, and puts nature out of 
 countenance, but if visiters will act like mischievous 
 schoolboys, they deserve to be no better treated. 
 Along many miles of this coast we were enter- 
 
PRINCE Charles's cave. 183 
 
 tained by seeing a continual succession of caves, 
 such as men perhaps once inhabited pre^/ious to the 
 more comfortable invention of houses. They ap- 
 peared in most fanciful and picturesque architecture, 
 some forming Gothic arches, and others resembling 
 ruined castles, the walls varied by brilliant tints of 
 yellow, green, or white, with irregular windows, 
 buttresses, towers, and gate-posts, while many 
 seemed so like the dens of wild beasts, that if a 
 bear had emerged from their dark and solitary re- 
 cesses, it would have appeared quite natural. The 
 ragged outlines of these rocks frequently form curi- 
 ous resemblances to faces, profiles, ships, and other 
 imaginary phantoms, which we amused ourselves by 
 tracing, and one gigantic negro's head, visible for 
 several miles, was so completely obvious to every 
 eye, that I wonder the slave ships never captured it. 
 
 The life of Charles Edward might furnish mate- 
 rials for half a dozen romances, and we now ap- 
 proached the dismal cave, where, after all was lost 
 but honour, he passed several dreary nights in soli- 
 tary concealment. Our fom^ Highland boatmen 
 silently took off their blue bonnets, placed them on 
 the seat, and continued respectfully uncovered till 
 we had passed it, and I heard the tune of " Charlie 
 is my Darling," sung in a tone so subdued, that Ar- 
 gyll himself could scarcely have been offended. 
 
 Prince Charles, amongst his other accomplish- 
 
184 
 
 merits, mast have been an excellent climber, as I 
 washed extremely to enter the obscure Palace of 
 Royalty, but the only access is over a rude cause- 
 way of slippery stones and sea-weed, ascending 
 more than twenty feet. All things desirable in this 
 life are difficult of attainment, and with a world of 
 enthusiasm on the subject, I remained ingloriously 
 seated in the boat, while a gentleman who acted as 
 our cicerone, obligingly leaped on shore, took the 
 rocks in gallant style, and gathered a perfect bou- 
 quet of flowers fjom the Prince's den, consisting 
 of sea-pinks, rock-roses, wild geraniums, and prim- 
 roses. He said the marks might still be traced of 
 a fire having burned near the mouth of this cave, 
 but the entrance is so blockaded by stones and 
 grass, that it is scarcely visible, therefore I did not 
 wonder the English troops were unsuccessful in 
 their game at hide and seek with the royal fugitive, 
 along so wild and broken a coast. At length he 
 made himself known to the laird of Mackinnon, 
 who faithfully answered this appeal to his hospi- 
 tality, by convejdng his imexpected guest to safer 
 quarters. On being afterwards accused of thus fa- 
 vouring the prince, and tried for his life in London, 
 he obtained a pardon, and was about to leave the 
 court of justice, when the judge called him back, 
 saying, " Tell me, if Prince Charles were again in 
 your power, what you would do ?" The stout old 
 
185 
 
 Highlander replied, with veiy marked emphasis, " I 
 would do to the prince as you have this day done 
 to me, — I would send him back to his own coun- 
 try!" The old Jacobite song expresses no more 
 than was felt by many a brave Highlander in these 
 days, — 
 
 " If 1 had twenty thousand lives, 
 I'd die as aft for Charlie." 
 
 During our progress, we were shown the posi- 
 tion of another remarkable cave, in the island of 
 Eigg, where two hundred Macdonalds, having 
 taken refuge from a superior number of Macleods, 
 were traced to their place of concealment, w^hen 
 the enemy's boats were about to go away, in con- 
 sequence of a scout having left the mark of his foot- 
 steps on the snow. A fire was imimediately lighted, 
 which filled up the mouth of the cave, and the 
 wretched fugitives were literally smoked to death. 
 In most Highland traditions, not excepting Glencoe, 
 the Macdonalds were an exceedingly ill-used clan. 
 One of the refugees, being connected by marriage 
 with the Macleods, was offered permission to crawl 
 out on his hands and knees, and to bring out four 
 others along with him in safety, but having selected 
 a friend whom they would not spare, he preferred 
 death with his favourite clansman, to life without 
 him. The bones of these ill-fated Macdonalds, all 
 
186 SCAVA.IG AND CORUISK. 
 
 whitened by time, are still to he seen lying near the 
 entrance, where they had crowded for air, and the 
 straw is yet visible on which their beds had been 
 made. 
 
 The island of Eigg exhibits the most whimsical 
 freak of nature I ever saw, being on the southern 
 side perfectly flat, except where one prodigious 
 rock, called the Scuir of Eigg, rises twelve hundred 
 feet perpendicularly out of the sea. It stands up 
 very much as the egg of Columbus did, when he 
 balanced it on the small end ; and we may say like 
 the Highlander, when asked what he thought of a 
 fine lunar rainbow, " It's neat ! — very neat, as all 
 the works of nature is !" 
 
 Now for Loch Scavaig ! — or Loch Savage, as it 
 might more appropriately be named. What a 
 scene ! It is actually a burlesque on Glencoe ! The 
 besetting sin of travellers is said to be exaggera- 
 tion, so I must avoid it ; but never — no, never did 
 I see anything to compare with this ! You would 
 say, " It is horribly beautiful !" The Spanish pro- 
 verb observes, that " He who has not seen Seville 
 has seen nothing ;" and I would transfer the re- 
 mark to Loch Scavaig. We were told that Thomson 
 the artist threw away his pencil and brushes in de- 
 spair, when he first beheld it ; and there goes my 
 pen ! 
 
 Miss Fanny Kemble concludes her journal in an 
 
SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 187 
 
 attitude of speechless astonishment at Niagara. 
 Shall I do the same here 1 No ! out of mere com- 
 passion to your curiosity, I mean to try whether 
 there be language sombre, dark, and wild enough to 
 paint a scene as dismal as death itself. If ever a 
 tree grew here, it must have been the upas tree; 
 and Bunyan probably had this very scene in his eye, 
 when he described the Giant Despair's residence. 
 After landing in the bay of Scavaig, we crossed 
 about four hundred yards of rock, overgrown 
 with wild myrtle and heather, when we reached 
 the dark, deep, fresh-water lake of Coruisk, 
 imprisoned within a circle of gigantic barren 
 mountains, looking like ragged purple clouds, 
 the summit of which seemed nearer the sky than 
 the earth. The least of these hills might be 
 cousin-german to Mount Blanc, only we missed 
 the livery of perpetual snow on their splintered 
 summits. Here, for the first time, I saw midday and 
 midnight at once ! a brilliant blazing sun boiling 
 the water, and scorching the rocks on one side, 
 while at an opposite end, the lake seemed turned to 
 ink, and the hills looked as if a deluge of pitch and 
 tar blackened their precipitous sides. This place 
 seems like the worn-out remains of some old world, 
 torn, shattered, and thrown aside in rugged heaps, 
 as being useless rubbish, never again meant for 
 mortal use. You would wonder how the clouds 
 
188 SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 
 
 contrive to get over the tall, steep pinnacles, appa- 
 rently piercing the sky in all directions ; and some 
 of those mighty steeples, one of which, three thou- 
 sand feet high, is named " the black peak," can 
 never have been trod by a human footstep. 
 
 While we stood, an eagle flitted silently about, 
 from rock to rock, like a great frigate sailing through 
 the air ; v^^ild goats were visible straying over their 
 native fastnesses ; red deer harbour in herds along 
 the valley ; and troops of sea-gulls fluttered upon a 
 little fairy islet visible above the surface of the lake. 
 No sign of human life or human habitation was 
 there. Let me entreat that another year shall not 
 elapse before your footsteps follow ours, and I am 
 sure you will approve of my recommendation if you 
 follow it ; but, as Home Tooke says, " there are 
 two sorts of fools about advice, those who give it, 
 and those w^ho will not take it." 
 
 It seemed presumptuous to disturb the gloomy 
 perpetual silence which reigns around Coruisk, but 
 when we awakened the echoes, you would have 
 thought a whole army had started into life, and 
 were shouting in chorus, till the sound died ofl", ap- 
 parently some miles distant. One of the sharpest 
 peaks, commonly called " the shouting mountain," 
 most amply merited the name this day, for we made 
 it speak in very audible accents, and when a steam- 
 boat comes here, the captain causes a bugle to be 
 
SCAVAIG AND CORUISK. 189 
 
 sounded, which must have an effect Hke enchant- 
 ment. We tried a laughing chorus in the style of 
 Der Freischutz, which w^ent off wdth great eclat, 
 and a thunder-storm w^ould appear to tremendous 
 advantage among those hills and rocks. 
 
 Full of awe and astonishment at beholding such 
 an uproar of nature, such a scene of blank desola- 
 tion, we sat down to recover the shock, and also to 
 partake of some excellent sandwiches and sherry. 
 The debris of several former pic-nics was strewed 
 around, in the form of well-picked bones and broken 
 glasses ; but one gentleman told me, that not long 
 since he found a full bottle of porter, corked and 
 ready for use, — a most substantial present from the 
 fairies, who frequent these glens. 
 
 You might imagine that no person's spirits could 
 stand a residence here of above an hour, and that a 
 week would be quite out of the question ; but on a 
 neighbouring bay, dismally wild and sombre, stands 
 a little gay slated mansion, with quite an air of 
 modern fashion, belonging to a Lieutenant M'Mil- 
 lan. He has pitched his tent in one of the last 
 retreats on the surface of the earth where I should 
 have expected to discover a member of the Junior 
 United Service Club, but he may say, perhaps, 
 like the Irishman in London, " Je in' ennuis tres bien 
 id .'" Lieutenant M'Millan is probably as far aloof 
 from neighbours as the gentleman you told me of in 
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190 SKYE. 
 
 Australia, who accidentally snuffed out his candle 
 one evening, and had to ride three miles to get it 
 lighted ; and as ill oif for news as the clergyman at 
 St. Kilda, who continued praying for King WilHam 
 more than a year after His Majesty's decease, till 
 accidentally informed that Queen Victoria had been 
 crowned some months before. 
 
 An English traveller, several years ago, visited 
 the island of Muck, where, finding a clergyman of 
 talents and education, he commiserated his solitary 
 state so much, that ever since he has persevered in 
 sending him constantly a London daily newspaper. 
 •He should send it alternate days to Lieutenant 
 M'Millan ! That gentleman very nearly fell a sa- 
 crifice lately to his taste for mountain scenery. 
 When showing the place to a guest, perhaps his 
 only visiter that season, a crash was heard overhead, 
 and a solid square fragment of rock, a hundred tons 
 in w^eight at least, started downwards. The two 
 gentlemen had scarcely time to give themselves over 
 for lost, as it rolled directly towards them, when, 
 after bounding from one projection to another, it 
 suddenly shivered into pieces, which were show^ered 
 clear over their heads. This predicament reminded 
 me of the Lishman describing similar scenery, when 
 he ended by saying, "here the delighted spectator 
 every instant expects the rocks to fall on his head 
 and crush him to death." 
 
SKYE. 191 
 
 Some weather-stained precipices along the shore 
 are covered with a hchen resembhng rusty iron. 
 Many of the stones are also black, but encrusted 
 over with patches of white coral ; and it is curious, 
 when touching those under the sun's rays, that a 
 sensible difference of heat may be observed, the 
 darker half being many degrees hotter. 
 
 On the summit of a sharp-pointed hill, where 
 you could scarcely imagine room for one person to 
 stand, the estates of three proprietors divide, and the 
 chieftains of Macdonald, Mackinnon, and Macleod, 
 might all shake hands on that elevated peak, each 
 standing on his own property. Much bloodshed 
 might have been saved long ago, if the limits of 
 property had been as clearly defined and acknow- 
 ledged. The traditionary recollection of boundaries 
 is yet preserved in many parts of the Western 
 Highlands, by observing the old custom of " w^hip- 
 ping the marches." Each parish schoolmaster was 
 bound, in former times, to take his pupils in proces- 
 sion once a-year round the most remarkable land- 
 marks between the neighbouring estates, and there 
 every boy received so severe a flogging, that he 
 never afterwards forgot it. We read, in the life of 
 Benvenuto Cellini, that his father, on a somewhat 
 similar plan, once showed him, when he was a child, 
 a salamander in the fire, and instantly gave him a 
 violent box on the ear, saying, that blow would fix 
 it in his memory for ever. 
 
192 SKYE. 
 
 This was a day indeed ! — we did not return to 
 the manse of Strath till nine o'clock at night, hav- 
 ing kept Mr. Mackinnon waiting dinner four hours, 
 a trespass on his hospitality so beyond the reach of 
 apology, that I did not attempt one. Sitting down 
 to dinner in the Highlands at ten o'clock, is a great 
 progress of civilization, and we do flatter ourselves 
 that no London exclusives can possibly hope to out- 
 do us, in putting their friends to inconvenience by 
 waiting. As an old lady said once, with a sigh of 
 resignation, when her family insisted on dining late, 
 " It is, at any rate, a very cheap piece of elegance !" 
 
 A Greenock clergyman, who preached a short 
 time since in this neighbourhood, unintentionally 
 gave great offence by praying for " Skye, and other 
 barbarous islands ;" but, for my own part, when- 
 ever I think of cordiality or kindness, my thoughts 
 wall turn, though not " untravelled," to this very 
 singular looking country, where a statute of Hospi- 
 tality should be placed on the shore, holding out 
 her hand to welcome strangers as they arrive. Here 
 we seemed to have suddenly become the near rela- 
 tives and intimate friends of every individual we saw, 
 while I began almost to fancy we must have 
 recently succeeded to the w^hole island, and were 
 come to take possession. 
 
 Nothing can be more depressing than to witness 
 the ruinous effects produced in Skye by the disuse of 
 kelp. Eveiy change in our manufactures throws 
 
SKYE. 193 
 
 some people of com^se out of employment, and here, 
 thousands who could once earn a competence, are now 
 deprived of their only resource, while many whom 
 we saw, having already exhausted all their provi- 
 sions, were wandering along the shore, picking up 
 shell-fish as their sole means of existence. To the 
 no small credit of those poor destitute people, not a 
 sheep is ever stolen, nor an article of any kind miss- 
 ing, though two families, who w^ere starving of cold 
 and hunger, next door to each other, were reduced 
 to live in one apartment, and to use the furniture of 
 the rest for fuel. 
 
 Troops of men were flocking along the highway 
 "with a bag of meal, literally a single " feed of 
 oats," slung over their shoulders, going to " the 
 Continent," as they call Scotland, in search of 
 work. Not one of these wanderers begged, and 
 we were told, that the first account which generally 
 reaches home of their ha^dng got employment, is 
 transmitted in company with a boll of meal, for the 
 use of friends and parents left behind. One might 
 have feared, that every warm and generous feehng 
 of the heart would be chilled and frozen into sel- 
 fishness by the intense sufifering we w^itnessed, but 
 it is far otherwise, and the magnanimous self-denial 
 of Highlanders for the sake of their relations, is a 
 beautiful trait of national character. When my 
 late father, in 1794, raised and commanded a regi- 
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194 SKYE. 
 
 ment of 600 Caithness Highlanders to assist in pro- 
 tecting the country from threatened invasion, he 
 discovered that the recruits were intent on saving 
 money for their farnihes, to so romantic an excess, 
 that many did not eat provisions enough to keep 
 them in health, therefore he ordered the officers to 
 superintend their men during dinner, to ascertain 
 that the rations were actually consumed. None of 
 these soldiers w^ould suffer from a complaint w^hich 
 attacked an old bon vivant lately, w^ho sent for his 
 physician to say that he was troubled with " an un- 
 pleasant sensation of emptiness before dinner, and a 
 most intolerable fulness after eating !" 
 
 Some of the poor in Skye have scarcely a no- 
 tion of any food but oatmeal, and w^hen a gentle- 
 man asked a boy one day if he did not tire of 
 porridge, the youth looked up quite aghast with 
 astonishment, saying, " Would ye hae me no' like 
 my meat !" English travellers have a strange idea 
 of our Caledonian dishes, most of w^hich are bor- 
 rowed from the French ; but I was amused lately at 
 one of our southern friends, who thought the only 
 dressing we gave a sheep's head was to singe the 
 hair off; but after tasting the broth which it made, 
 he declared his intention ever afterwards to throw 
 some burned wool into the soup, to give it that pe- 
 culiar zest which he greatly admired. It used to be 
 alleged of a certain English Baronet, that he saved 
 
SKYE. 195 
 
 the expense of having his hair cut, by singing it 
 off ! Where he was visiting once, the whole family 
 became alarmed during the night by so powerful a 
 smell of fire, that the servants hurried all over the 
 house in search of the cause, till having traced it 
 to his room, they burst in and found him, with a 
 candle in his hand, only half through the operation, 
 lighting and extinguishing his hair in rapid suc- 
 cession. 
 
 The immense quantity of waste land we saw in 
 Skye, and the number of unemployed destitute peo- 
 ple, made me wish that the two could be made to 
 benefit each other, the sons of the soil being hired 
 to cultivate it, and gaining a livelihood for doing so. 
 The miserable pittance they exist on now, cannot 
 in many instances be called a livelihood at all, and 
 they are allowed no more opportunity to improve it, 
 than the two money -making boys had in jail, who 
 lately made three shillings a-day by selling their old 
 clothes to each other. We were delighted to hear 
 that the very obvious plan of improving the unen- 
 closed commons, is about to be tried on a great 
 scale by Colonel Gordon of Cluny, who lately pur- 
 chased a large estate on " the Long Island," which 
 is chiefly distinguished for being the ugliest place in 
 Scotland. The new proprietor has already imported 
 a ship-load of ploughs, harrows, axes, and spades, 
 and we wished every success to his experiment of 
 
196 SKYE. 
 
 transforming barren heaths into fertile fields, and 
 poor'un employed desponding idlers, into active, happy 
 and industrious tenantry. Speed the plough ! It will 
 tui'n out true in this neighbourhood, more probably 
 than anywhere else, that " he who makes two grains 
 of corn grow, where only one grew^ before, is a ben- 
 efactor to his species." 
 
 The Skye cottages cannot be said to enliven and 
 embellish the scenery, as they are the most mournful 
 looking dwellings I ever beheld, built entirely, roof 
 and walls, of green turf, more like the grassy mound 
 of an ancient grave, than a place where the business 
 and pleasures of life are to be carried on. " The 
 day seem'd like the night, asleep," yet so little does 
 happiness really depend on external circumstances, 
 that, surrounded as they are by desolation, the peo- 
 ple do occasionally contrive to enjoy something like 
 cheerfulness, and at one place I saw three old wo- 
 men, who seemed to have lighted their " council 
 fire," in a field near the road, looking the very pic- 
 tures of a snug gossip, and as contented with their 
 tea-kettle over a bonfire of sticks, as if it had been 
 a silver urn, with a lamp underneath. 
 
 In every family here there are sons, brothers, or 
 cousins, hurrying to Australia in search of the golden 
 fleece. That country is the great lumber-room now 
 for stowdng away supernumerary people, and I was 
 much interested, before we left the manse of Strath, 
 
SKYEa 197 
 
 to be present at the marriage of a young couple 
 who intended making a wedding jaunt to the anti- 
 podes. Mr. Mackinnon, with his usual kindness, 
 invited the w^hole friends and attendants into a par- 
 lour, where, for the first time, I heard the ceremony 
 in Gaelic. It must have been, to judge from the 
 agitation of all present, deeply impressive; and in 
 less than ten minutes, the pretty interesting bride 
 was metamorphosed from a Highland housemaid 
 into an Australian shepherdess. Her friends were 
 all dressed in the tartans of their various clans, look- 
 ing most respectable, and evidently much awed by 
 the compliment of being admitted into the manse, 
 treading on the carpet as if it had been red-hot, and 
 occupying the very smallest possible corner of their 
 chairs. After a final benediction had been pro- 
 nounced, the " best man" poured out a glass of 
 w^hiskey, which we w^ere expected to taste, wishing 
 the bride happiness and prosperity in the far distant 
 land where she was going in search of both. 
 
 I think you are now^ beginning to yawn, and as 
 the whole ambition of my pen is, to " add a feather 
 to the lightsome hours of your leisure," it is time 
 now to wish you good night, or to say, Uke the 
 Scotch abigail at Paris, " Bon siiore.^^ 
 
LOCHALSH. 
 
 The rivers flow, 
 
 The woody valley warm and low, 
 The windy summit, wild and high, 
 Roughly rushing on the sky; 
 The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r. 
 The naked rock, the shady bow'r. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — ^You agree with me in liking 
 a little scrap of quotation, even from a favoui'ite and 
 well-known poem, for the effect is the same as if a 
 flower were plucked in a garden, and presented by 
 a friend to your especial notice and admiration, so I 
 generally begin by making myself welcome with a 
 few lines from somebody, even though the author's 
 name has escaped me. 
 
 When Maturin the author was immersed in com- 
 position, he always stuck a wafer on his forehead, 
 to indicate that he must on no pretext be disturbed, 
 and he w^as quite right, for it ruins a whole train of 
 thought to be asked what o'clock it is. Professor 
 Airey has his study at Portsmouth dug out of the 
 solid earth, to prevent any external noise in the docks 
 from annoying him, and a certain friend of yours, 
 when she has a letter to write, is denied to visiters 
 during the entire day, while her whole family must 
 
LOCHALSH. 199 
 
 go through the house on tiptoe. You shall judge 
 from this letter, whether the best situation for pro- 
 moting fluency of style be not a small dark room in 
 the Highlands, such as that we are now imprisoned 
 in ; the windows encrusted with dust, and an asth- 
 matic bagpipe playing within a few yards. A poet 
 once published verses " on the rumbling of his car- 
 riage wheels," and the excellent Robert Boyle record- 
 ed some profound reflections on the subject of " sitting 
 at ease in a rapidly driven chariot," but my remarks 
 must be, on having no conveyance at all. We left 
 Skye in a light skiff, which skimmed across the in- 
 tervening ferry of a mile in breadth, to Lochalsh in 
 Ross-shire, while we seemed almost sitting on the 
 water, like the sea-birds around. Ferries are no 
 grievance whatever in the Highlands, with such 
 first-rate weather as we enjoyed this morning, when 
 the grandest effects of light and shade, mists and 
 sunshine, were exhibited, which an artist might 
 fancy, but scarcely dare copy on canvass. We are 
 grown such connoiseurs in mountain scenery, thatjl 
 become every day more fastidious, but there is one 
 charming peculiarity on the hills of Lochalsh, which 
 I shall adopt in my own plantations, whenever I 
 have any. The woods here are interspersed with a 
 gorgeous profusion of laburnums, lilacs, rododen- 
 drons, and the richest hawthorns, in a flush of blos- 
 soms, all planted by the late proprietor, Sir Hugh 
 
200 LOCHALStt. 
 
 Innes. Not a flowering shrub seems forgotten, and 
 the whole has the look of a brilliant mosaic, on a 
 dark back-ground. Here also we had nature's 
 orchestra in perfection, a chorus of birds, accom- 
 panied by a soft breeze of wind, and the liquid soimd 
 of the ocean breaking along its pebbly shore. This 
 is siu-ely one of the most beautiful places I ever saw ! 
 To the left is Lochduich, in front the Isle of Skye, 
 and to the right the Atlantic. Behind is an exten- 
 sive w^ell-sheltered basin of fertile land, beautifully 
 laid out and screened from every blast, by a sw^eep 
 of picturesque hills. The old mansion of Balmacarra 
 is so close to the sea, it appears almost within w^ater- 
 mark, and, taking it as a house, makes no preten- 
 sions to beauty, being a long low white-w^ashed 
 building, wanting only a tall chimney, to look like 
 a cotton mill, and scarcely more picturesque than a 
 row" of bathing machines on the sand, but then, as 
 Cinderella's sister observed about her shabby dress, 
 " to make up for that," all w^e see around is magni- 
 ficent, and we may therefore say, 
 
 " If to the house some trifling errors fall, 
 Look on the hills, and you'll forget them all." 
 
 It was in this country that a proprietor, being 
 once asked what he meant to do wdth all the ten- 
 antry he W' as ejecting from their farms and cottages, 
 angrily rephed, "Lochduich is deep enough for 
 
LOCHALSH. 201 
 
 them all !" — but far different has been the feeling of 
 an English proprietor, who has acquired by mar- 
 riage the wide domains of Lochalsh, and made him- 
 self ever since one of the best Scotchmen in the 
 Highlands. 
 
 While every tongue is eloquent in his neighbour- 
 hood, to praise that Christian liberality which has 
 no limits, but the limits of his income, we heard by 
 the way-side, unceasing instances of the energy and 
 perseverance wdth which, for years past, he has en- 
 deavoured to imitate our Divine Master in benefiting, 
 good or bad, rich or poor, sick or well, every indi- 
 vidual within the reach of his influence. No man's 
 sorrows would last longer than the time occupied in 
 telling them, if any effort on his part could " teach 
 want to thrive, and grief to smile again," — the cares 
 of others become his own by adoption ; and our 
 boatmen pointed out with eager interest a hospital 
 on a neighbouring eminence, where the homeless 
 poor are sheltered, that those who are ignorant may 
 be instructed, the sick supplied with medicine, the 
 unemployed with work, and the destitute receive as 
 liberal a supply of winter clothing annually, as if 
 they were all going to Greenland. 
 
 Solomon says, " there is that scattereth, yet in- 
 creaseth. There is that maketh himself poor, yet 
 hath great riches." When considering the enlight- 
 ened Christian motives dictating those good works, 
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202 LOCHALSH. 
 
 which have so long shunned observation, it occurred 
 to me with surprise, as it had often done aheady, 
 how much more obvious, generally, are the effects 
 of superstition on the purses and pockets of its vo- 
 taries, than of a purer and holier faith, which ought 
 to be so much more influential. The presumptuous 
 hope of purchasing heaven by their own meritorious 
 actions, has caused the Roman Catholic churches 
 and charitable institutions to be more liberally en- 
 dowed than ours, and individuals of that persuasion, 
 whatever be their motives, devote themselves more 
 avowedly and exclusively to the exercise of good 
 works than the generality of Protestants, who, too 
 frequently, give to charity only the sweepings of 
 their extravagance. Even Hindoos and Mahome- 
 tans exhibit a self-sacrificing spirit, which, while 
 w^e pity the delusion that excites it, should yet be a 
 solemn admonition to Christians, that they should 
 not carelessly enjoy their higher privileges, but re- 
 member with solemn awe, that " they who know 
 their Master's will and do it not, shall be beaten 
 with many stripes." It is true that Protestants pre- 
 fer inward principle and feelings, to external demon- 
 strations, but still their light should shine distinctly, 
 that all men, seeing the good deeds of Divinely 
 taught Christians, may learn to glorify their Father 
 which is in heaven. It is said that Wesley, during 
 his life, gave j£30,000 in charity, while his own 
 
LOCHALSH. 203 
 
 personal expenses were only £28 a-year, and it 
 would be well if we could all act upon that fre- 
 quently quoted and seldom observed maxim of the 
 excellent Howard, " a Christian should make his 
 luxuries yield to another man's comforts, his com- 
 forts to another man's necessities, and even his ne- 
 cessities to another man's extremity." We may 
 well exclaim, like Hannah More, " how cheap is 
 charity, how dear is luxury," when, in the present 
 day, ladies will give ten guineas for a pocket hand- 
 kerchief, who would scarcely spare ten shillings for 
 all the woes of all mankind. 
 
 Before my face my handkerchief I spread, 
 To hide the flood of tears I did— not shed. 
 
 I have often thought, even with respect to those 
 who wish to be conscientious in their expenditure 
 on charity, that the rich scarcely consider how 
 great is the disproportion between a man of j£ 10,000 
 a-year subscribing his guinea, and another with only 
 j£100 a-year giving his shilling. Both are thought 
 to have equally done their duty, but unless men cal- 
 culate a regular proportion of their income, as being 
 due to charity, it will always continue to be an 
 affair of impulse and accident, rather than of princi- 
 ple, and that alone will bring wealthy Christians up 
 to the standard of Scriptural liberalit}*. The most 
 affluent persons often sit gravely and solemnly in 
 
204 LOCHALSH. 
 
 their pews at church, hearing all the most powerful 
 motives of the gospel urged on their consciences, to 
 
 give liberally as unto God, and the result is a 
 
 shilling ! For charity sermons, one shilling seems 
 generally the ne plus ultra of human exertion, and 
 children half-price ! 
 
 At the Church of St. Mary's, Woolnoth, some 
 years ago, the congregation w^ere startled and inte- 
 rested to hear, that their prayers were requested by 
 " a young man who had succeeded to a very consid- 
 erable fortune, and earnestly desired to be preserved 
 from the snares to which it would expose him !" 
 How true it is, too true perhaps, to need remark, 
 that the temporal gifts of Providence are frequently 
 used as a screen to hide him from our thoughts, — 
 health encourages a belief that we shall not soon 
 be summoned into his presence, cheerfulness degen- 
 erates into levity, talents lead to worldly ambition, 
 and wealth becomes a means of dissipated extrava- 
 gance ; but we have now entered a neighbourhood, 
 where those to whom Providence has denied all 
 these gifts are taught to rejoice in the hope of a 
 better and more enduring inheritance. Here the 
 more friendless, destitute, and suffering people are, 
 and the more to be avoided or despised by ordinary 
 men, so much the more benevolently are they suc- 
 coured and lodged at Lochalsh, while missionaries 
 are constantly superintending the district, crossing 
 
KYLE HACKEN. 205 
 
 even to Skye, to ascertain the wants of tjKe poor, 
 especially in respect to religious instruction, and the 
 distribution of Bibles is on so large a scale, that 
 some time ago, when a steamboat was leaving Glas- 
 gow, one article in the list of cargo was, "Three 
 tons of Bibles for Balmacarra House." That is a 
 gift which will bring a blessing alike on him who 
 gives, and on those who receive, while the eagerness 
 with which they are in demand, would astonish the 
 many who consider the Bible as an unwelcome 
 creditor on their time, instead of rejoicing in it as 
 the charter of their everlasting salvation. 
 
 The landlady at Kyle Hacken told us, that last 
 year an impostor, feigning sickness, went to Balma- 
 carra House, where he obtained lodging and attend- 
 ance for three weeks, during which he received 
 incessant kindness, and talked in the most exem- 
 plary manner. At length he thought fit to recover, 
 and having obtained so handsome a donation, that 
 it might have maintained him luxuriously for a year, 
 he came to her inn, calling for so many successive 
 draughts of whiskey, that she refused at length to 
 supply more. The simple hostess thought him su- 
 pernaturally wicked, because he assumed a different 
 accent every time she entered his parlour, and her 
 description sounded to me very like some second- 
 rate actor from one of the minor theatres. " Some- 
 times he spoke quite Irish, ma'am ! then he seemed 
 like a Frenchman j and he could have as good 
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206 LOCHALSH. 
 
 a Scotch tongue in his head as any one, when he 
 liked." It was evident, at any rate, that he had 
 represented " The Tartuffe" to some purpose, where 
 he came from previously ! 
 
 It is proved by the observation and experience 
 of all charitably disposed persons, that nothing re- 
 ceived entirely gratis is adequately appreciated by 
 the poor, whether it be education, food, medicines, 
 clothing, or Bibles, unless they pay some nominal 
 proportion of the value ; and it was remarked of a 
 philanthropic clergyman lately, rather indiscriminate 
 in his charities, that he went about " with a Bible 
 in one hand, and eighteen pence in the other, 
 bribing the whole parish into pauperism." Cer- 
 tainly those only who are lost to all sense of self- 
 respect would accept of alms, unless urged to it by 
 hopeless necessity. Even in England, where the 
 same feehng of laudable independence does not 
 exist, we almost invariably find the free seats in a 
 church comparatively empty, because none like to 
 appear publicly as a pauper ; but if the poor can be 
 induced to begin a Provident fund for their own 
 relief, lodging the very smallest sums at first, and 
 gradually acquiring habits of frugality and diligence, 
 they would themselves be astonished at the gradual 
 result ! In Leeds, last year, the poor were enabled 
 to place in the care of their parish clergyman no 
 less a sum than ^65000. 
 
 We crossed in a low-sided skiff, under a sky 
 
LOCHALSH. 207 
 
 SO lowering and dark, that no storm which ever 
 raged could have exceeded w^hat I expected ; yet it 
 all passed away, like many other false alarms, 
 showing what a good plan it is never to torment 
 om-selves with the anticipation of evil, as we have 
 always quite enough for present use without bor- 
 rowing from the future. The most beautiful object 
 we saw during our voyage from Skye to Ross-shire, 
 was an elegant yacht which belongs to the propri- 
 etor of Lochalsh, with its white sails glittering in 
 the sun, and spread out to catch the light breeze 
 which carried us along over the brightly burnished 
 ocean. Our steersman redoubled the interest with 
 which we watched its graceful movements, by men- 
 tioning the errand on which it is daily employed. 
 Through this charming strait ten or twenty vessels 
 pass sometimes in a morning, going to and from 
 Ireland, and even to America, while not one of these 
 ships can elude the vigilance with which they are 
 waylaid and boarded by this light skiff, carrying a 
 missionary on board, who offers Bibles gratis to any 
 of the crew who may be unprovided. The sailors 
 being generally Irish, are not often very deeply 
 versed in the alphabet, so they are sometimes as ill 
 off after receiving the precious gift as before, but 
 we may hope in most instances that the promise of 
 Scripture may be realized, " Cast thy bread upon 
 the waters, and thou shalt find it after many days." 
 
208 LOCHALSH. 
 
 This friendly visitation is usually received with 
 gratitude and respect ; but, on one occasion, an 
 Irish vessel, manned with Roman Catholics, passing 
 along under a favourable breeze, observed the yacht 
 hailing them, and lay to for some time, but when 
 the object of their detention w^as made known, the 
 Captain, furiously irritated, threw all the Bibles 
 overboard. Thus most unfortunately for himself 
 and his crew he did not exemplify the proverb of 
 Solomon, " every man is the friend of him that giv- 
 eth gifts/' 
 
 During our short voyage, I had the amusement 
 of seeing a strange vessel double the point and enter 
 Lochduich, when instantly the little yacht hastened 
 out from her ambuscade in the bay, and bore down 
 upon the new comer in gallant style. She was lit- 
 erally armed with Bibles, and ammunitioned with 
 tracts ; and it was curious to watch the unconscious 
 stranger, tacking about for some time, quite unob- 
 servant of the little missionary bark in pursuit. At 
 one time we could have fancied a perfect race be- 
 tween the tw^o vessels, both of which were beauti- 
 fully manoeuvred, tacking and re-tacking, beating up 
 against the wind, and coursing along with every sail 
 set, till at length the larger ship lay to, and was 
 successfully boarded by the crew of friendly assail- 
 ants. How very much I should have liked to wit- 
 ness the scene which followed, and even our 
 
LOCHALSH. 209 
 
 boatmen, who had watched with eager interest till 
 the encounter took place, dropped their oars for a 
 moment, while the interview commenced, as if they 
 had almost hoped to overhear the dialogue, — ^but — 
 what has become of my pens and paper ! — all van- 
 ished into thin air, and not so much ink left as will 
 dot an i or stroke a ^ / This comes of approaching 
 the entrance to a private house, therefore I must 
 yield to necessity, and before my desk finally closes, 
 wish you a friendly adieu. 
 
GLEN SHEIL. 
 
 And this gay ling, with all its purple flow'rs, 
 A man of leisure might admire for hours ; 
 And then how fine this herbage ! Men may say 
 A heath is barren ; nothing is so gay ! 
 
 Crabbe. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — We used to be much diverted 
 at the lady who once said, her own ideas were so 
 fine, it perfectly vulgarized them when they- were 
 clothed in words ; but I fear that this will be too 
 much the case with my description of the scenery 
 we passed through to-day, as the printers have for- 
 gotten to put language in the dictionary that can 
 adequately express my admiration of Glen Shell, a 
 place so little frequented by tourists, that I may rest 
 my hopes of pleasing you on that maxim of Boileau, 
 ■svith which I am sure you will agree, " Tom Us 
 epUres sont bons, pow'vu qu'ils soient nouveaux.^' 
 
 Having been called at a shockingly early hour 
 in the morning, with a sleep-no-more knock at my 
 door, I found myself, not long afterwards, seated in 
 a little dot of a boat, proceeding up Lochalsh and 
 Lochduich with a favourable breeze, yet so light, 
 that, to assist the rowers, we hoisted our umbrellas 
 for sails. Along these romantic shores, shut in by 
 
GLEN SHELL. 211 
 
 green mountains of every shape and shade, we were 
 surprised to observe that ahnost every building in 
 sight was either a church or a manse, but where the 
 congregations were burrowing we could not dis- 
 cover. In the course of an hom^ we must have seen 
 the habitations of a whole presbytery, and we passed 
 one of the prettiest pleasure-boats I ever saw^, be- 
 longing to a minister of Kintail, careering across the 
 bay at full speed, its white sails gracefully dipping 
 almost into the tide. 
 
 One of the hills we saw, named Ratachan, car- 
 ries a zig-zag road over its very smnmit, measuring 
 altogether some miles. For travelling round this 
 with a carriage, it would be desirable to yoke in a 
 pair of goats rather than horses. An Englishman, 
 who drove his carriage over this almost impassable 
 track some time ago, took off his hat after the horses 
 had safely scrambled to the top, saying, mth a 
 low bow, " Farewell, Mr. Ratachan, may I never 
 see your face again !" 
 
 At the foot of this ladder-like road we passed 
 Ratachan House, which, having been sold by Lord 
 Seaforth, became the property of a Lowlander, Mr. 
 Dick. The Macraes, enthusiastically attached to 
 their hereditary feudal chief, considered the new laird 
 an interloper, but might have become resigned to 
 the change, had he not been comdcted of calling 
 them "barbarians !" Provoked ^t this affront, they 
 
212 GLEN SHEIL. 
 
 treated the stranger as nursery-maids ti-eat fretful 
 children, giving them " something to cry for." The 
 clan Macrae rose in numbers, threw his sheep over 
 the precipices, fired in at his windows, and commit- 
 ted so many outrages, as almost to justify all he had 
 said, till at length the unfortunate landed proprietor 
 hastily departed. 
 
 Our boatmen landed us in safety at a little inn, 
 near the head of Glen Sheil, and departed, after 
 which, to our consternation, we discovered that 
 
 A had been misinformed as to the facilities of 
 
 transport, as no conveyance of any description could 
 be had, — not so much as a bathing-machine or a 
 wheel-barrow, — and we had thirty-six miles to go ! 
 The old proverb says, that " misfortunes come on 
 horseback, but go away on foot ;" and we seemed 
 at any rate destined to walk off in company with 
 ours, as we stood helplessly stranded on the shore, 
 ready, like Richard the Third, to give our kingdom 
 for a horse, but in vain. I had never yet tried the 
 Irishman's plan, who rode out every day, but always 
 forgot his horse ; and I began to wonder how Jeanie 
 Deans progressed during her long promenade to 
 London. Certainly, in so remote and unprovided a 
 place, it would be but fair to display a ticket on the 
 pier, saying, " No thoroughfare this way !" 
 
 " It is a long lane that has no turning," and, in 
 the very depth of our perplexity, affairs unexpect- 
 
GLEN SHEIL. 213 
 
 edly took a brighter aspect. For the rest of my life 
 I shall always speak more respectfully than hitherto 
 of that necessary evil, a letter of introduction, as we 
 had fortunately been provided with one from Mr. 
 Cameron, the provost of Dingwall, to Captain Mac- 
 rae, a resident gentleman in the neighbourhood. On 
 hearing of our predicament, he not only insisted on 
 lending us his gig, with a servant riding behind, to 
 bring it back, but he also made a point of our ta- 
 king luncheon with him before setting out. Our 
 trunks having proved too heavy for the carriage, 
 Mr. Linton, an extensive farmer in the district, most 
 obligingly volunteered his own services to convey 
 them, and thus, before an hour had elapsed, we were 
 in full progress with a procession of two borrowed 
 gigs and an out-rider, through the splendid moun- 
 tains of Glen Sheil. During Thurtell's trial, one of 
 the witnesses, who bore testimony to his respecta- 
 bility, being asked what was meant by " respect- 
 able," confidently replied, " He keeps his gig, Sir !" 
 but we looked more than respectable now, with a 
 perfect train of them, and the road is so excellent, it 
 really deserves a mail coach. All around was rug- 
 ged, solitary, and silent, while the mountains were 
 like a perpendicular wall on every side, or a long 
 range of sugar-loaves, varied by a numerous and 
 valuable assortment of rocks and heather. 
 
 A passed this way several years ago, and 
 
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214 GLEN SHEIL. 
 
 thinks the hills not at all grown since then, while 
 the fir forests are considerably thinned, which makes 
 a lamentable alteration ; and the aboriginal inhab- 
 itants, w^ho all bore the name of Macrae, are begin- 
 nino- to be mingled with settlers from other clans. 
 Mr. Linton related, that, about twenty years ago, he 
 was the fii-st stranger who ventured to " squat" in 
 this glen, and so violent w^ere the Macraes for non- 
 intrusion, that he underwent a siege in his own 
 farm-house, till a military escort was sent, for the 
 protection of his sheep, his wife, and himself, after 
 which, at last, his own conciliatory measures suc- 
 ceeded in pacifying them ; but he ended his narra- 
 tive with remarking, "It was lucky for us that the 
 Highlanders had fought all their battles before our 
 time. There are places here where the king's 
 troops set a' the trees and heather in a low.'^ 
 
 The Cheviot sheep are too heavy for those steep 
 mountains, and Mr. Linton mentioned an almost in- 
 credible nmnber that he had lost, by their toppling 
 over precipices. The Macraes were a numerous 
 clan, but tributary to the Mackenzies, and went 
 by the name of " Seaforth's shirt," being always 
 nearest to that chieftain in battle. Here the two 
 united clans fought their last against the English, 
 in 1719, when the banished Earl of Seaforth sum- 
 moned his adherents around him, and was danger- 
 ously wounded in the conflict. A Dutch colonel 
 
CLUNY. 215 
 
 ^vas, on that occasion, killed by the Highland 
 troops, and his grave was pointed out to us on a 
 hill near the river, covered with tufts of nettles, a 
 suitable ornament, with which the soil has decorated 
 an enemy's tomb. Not far off, a deep pool is shown, 
 called " The battle lynn," where a large deposit of 
 battle-axes and weapons was recently found, fit for 
 nothing now but the Antiquarian Museum. 
 
 Notwithstanding frequent showers, A made 
 
 a full stop every now and then, as much at leisure 
 as if the day had been a perfect paragon, while we 
 admired and criticised the changing panorama 
 around. On some hills the light drooping foliage 
 of the birch, hanging in draperies to the very ground, 
 contrasted with the tall, stiff, dark-looking fir-trees, 
 gave me completely the idea of several graceful 
 ladies, courtseying down the hill, in company with 
 a numerous party of gentlemen ! Now, I pique my- 
 self on that comparison, so you must positively not 
 ridicule it ! 
 
 We rested that night at the little inn of Cluny, 
 where on all the plates at dinner, these words were 
 inscribed, " Life is short, so spend it well." Cer- 
 tainly no one will spend more of it than they can 
 help here, as the very necessaries of life are luxuries 
 unattainable on any terms : my bed was a mere 
 hole in the wall, our dinner consisted of real buttered 
 eggs, with very salt ham, and we had not even the 
 
216 IN\^ERMORRISTON. 
 
 consolation of being angiy at their many deficiencies, 
 as the poor people were so perfectly civil and well- 
 meaning, that they evidently did their little best, 
 and almost slammed the door off its hinges with 
 empressement, in flying to obey om' most trifling- 
 order. I pity above everything, those persons who 
 lead a life of continual care about their own com- 
 forts; the occasional want of them, is certainly 
 a most salutary admonition to contentment in 
 general, and I should like much to ascertain the ex- 
 act amount of convenience promised in an advertise- 
 ment, which appeared in the newspaper lately, of a 
 shooting quarter, where gentlemen might " rough it 
 with comfort." Undoubtedly that was not our happy 
 lot, either at Cluny, or when, after a drive of many 
 miles down the glen, through natural forests which 
 top the highest hills, we arrived next morning before 
 breakfast at Invermorriston, where a change of ad- 
 ministration was taking place at the inn, and the old 
 landlord, in the process of transferring his furniture 
 to a successor, had heaped every article miscellane- 
 ously together at the door, for inspection. Nothing 
 is done in the Highlands without an accompaniment 
 of whiskey, the flavour of which pervaded every cor- 
 ner of the house so powerfully, that any tee-totaller 
 would have committed a breach of his oath, by 
 merely inhaling the air, while the waiter had no time 
 to wait, the maid was as useless and sulky as an 
 
IXVERMORRISTON. 217 
 
 American help, and the horses were all absent on 
 
 perpetual leave. In our extremity A went to 
 
 consult that important functionary, the factor of 
 Glenmoriston, a Mr. Sinclair, who had arrived to 
 instal the new landlord, and he came to our parlour 
 full of civil regret, but reiterating the most positive 
 assurance, that our case was without remedy, as the 
 horses were all " sorry that a previous engagement 
 prevented them from having the honour of waiting 
 on us." He really looked as anxious and distressed 
 as the cashier of a bank when there is a run upon it, 
 and seemed willing to do as much as was possible, 
 and rather more, in our behalf, but in vain. The 
 mail-gig to Inverness, which runs three times a-week, 
 was, of course, going the wrong way for us that 
 morning, and unless we could have got a press-gang 
 to assist us, none of the boatmen seemed inclined to 
 row up any part of Loch Ness. Seeing that nothing 
 could be done, I sat down in despair to eat a hearty 
 breakfast, and to form myself into a committee of 
 ways and means, while the factor, who seemed of 
 a sociable turn, hovered about the table, and fell 
 into conversation. Strangers must be rather scarce 
 commodities in this neighbourhood, where no facility 
 is afforded for coming or going, and in the course of 
 a long dialogue, the important fact came out, that 
 
 A was of Mr. Sinclair's own clan, and brother 
 
 to the M. P. for Caithness. The consequence was 
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218 FORESTS. 
 
 quite magical ! Our friend had been at Thurso 
 Castle, knew everything, and everybody there, was 
 delighted to meet us, ordered up a glass of whis- 
 key, drank our healths, and placed forthwith both 
 a gig and a pleasure-boat at our immediate disposal ! 
 I was perfectly bewildered at my own good fortune ! 
 Cinderella's god-mother was nothing to this ! Con- 
 veyances by land or water had sprung up around us 
 like mushrooms, and I felt now, as if a whole stand 
 of hackney coaches were waiting at the door. 
 
 Being anxious to give the very least possible 
 quantity of trouble,we preferred the boat, especially 
 seeing so very fine a day, that Loch Ness was likely 
 to prove smoother than the best Macadamised road. 
 Mr. Sinclair escorted us to the quay, across a daisied 
 meadow of such delicious looking pasture, that any 
 one might have eaten it with pleasure, and we pro- 
 ceeded through a shady glen decorated with birch 
 and hazel, where the birds were all gossiping around, 
 and the river audibly trickling over its pebbly bed. 
 Here we saw a famous salmon leap, in which the 
 fish spring up seven or eight feet, but never clear 
 the full height, while they exhaust their powers in 
 vain endeavours, like so many others Avho wish to 
 rise in the world, and attempt too much. 
 
 Who could have anticipated, that the invention of 
 railways would prostrate many of our finest High- 
 land forests! but so it is! all innovations in this 
 
FORESTS. 219 
 
 world produce unexpected results in quarters where 
 they could not have been anticipated, and many of 
 the most beautiful hills in this neighbourhood will 
 soon be " all shaven and shorn," owing to the high 
 price given for fir and larch trees, to act as sleepers 
 on the railways. Every Highland proprietor now, 
 seems, one way or other, to get ,£10,000 for his 
 forests, whatever state they be in! Mr. Grant of 
 Glenmoriston has lately sold <£ 10,000 worth of 
 standing wood to an English Company, whose saw- 
 mills are visible on the mountain sides in full action, 
 and nothing can be more curious than to superintend 
 their operations. The trunk of a tree can be split 
 into planks, during, as Lord Duberly would say, 
 " the twinkling of a bed-post." It is laid on the 
 block entire, emits a sound exactly resembling a 
 long, loud, shrill scream, and falls into slices before 
 your eyes. 
 
 On the outskirts of almost every great forest in 
 the north, several of those odious machines may be 
 observed, conspicuous from the fresh deal boards of 
 which they are built, and prepared to guillotine all 
 our unoffending trees. Alas ! for Braemar ! Strath- 
 glass ! the Drhuim ! and Culloden ! w^e are paying 
 a P. P. C. visit to the falling forests of Scotland, 
 and if everybody cuts, while nobody plants, the 
 consequences are obvious. As the Highland Soci- 
 ety presents a prize annually to the proprietor who 
 
220 LOCH NESS. 
 
 raises the greatest number of trees in that year, I 
 wish they would offer another to the one who cuts 
 down fewest. We are told it is provided in the en- 
 tail of Rothiemarchus, that, for eveiy tree which is 
 levelled, two must be planted, and I msh all High- 
 land lairds would do the same, and remember the 
 advice of Dumbiedykes, " Aye be sticking in a tree 
 — it will be growing while you are sleeping." Sub- 
 stitutes have been provided on the estate of Glen- 
 moriston, merely by enclosing large tracts of land, 
 which all produce birch, fir, and hazel, as naturally 
 as heather, but this fencing system is seldom done 
 on so liberal a scale elsewhere, because trees inter- 
 fere with sheep, the true grandees of the Highlands, 
 more illustrious there than either forests or tenantry. 
 They are the black-legs of Scotland, fleecing the 
 poor people out of their homes and livelihoods, 
 while they strip the hills and groves perfectly bare. 
 I wish we could have mutton without sheep ! Ev- 
 ery peat-bog here exhibits one mass of roots and 
 fibres, showing that the Highlands once needed 
 '' clearing" as much as America. 
 
 After stepping into our welcome conveyance, a 
 pretty little skiff, rowed by two fine-looking Locha- 
 ber men, we glided up Loch Ness, the smooth sur- 
 face of which was so like a sheet of glass, that 
 every time the oars dipped they seemed to break a 
 valuable mirror. The hills displayed one richly- 
 
LOCH NESS. 221 
 
 tinted mass of birch, oak, and alder, enlivened by 
 the gay mountain- ash and hawthorn, all so closely 
 crowded, that you could scarcely have stuck in an- 
 other leaf, and the whole magnificent scene was re- 
 flected upside down in the water so distinctly, that 
 Ave could scarcely tell the substance from the shadow. 
 This effect was most amusing, as the highroad 
 skirted along the water side for many miles, while 
 far down in the crystal tide we saw a repetition of 
 every traveller, wood-cutter, cart or carriage — no ! 
 there were no carriages — but abundance of cattle 
 and horses. For the first time in my life I now saw 
 in the water, exactly what we used, as children, to 
 suppose the antipodes would appear, with a sky far 
 beneath, while men, trees, and animals were perfect- 
 ly at ease, with their heads dow^nwards, and their 
 feet supernaturally adhering to the earth. The ap- 
 pearance of amazing depth, occasioned by seeing the 
 clouds reflected so far below^ us, had a sublime effect. 
 In the very midst of our prosperous voyage, we 
 had an accident ! One great fault in letters is, that 
 you cannot work up the interest to any breathless 
 degree, because the writer must, in all probabihty, 
 have survived, which we fortunately did, but one of 
 the oars suddenly snapped in two, and threw the 
 boatman on his face. We instantly paddled to- 
 wards the nearest landing place, which turned 
 out to be near an ale-house, where the tavern- 
 
222 ^ URQUHART CASTLE. 
 
 keeper was exceedingly civil in making us welcome 
 to the best oar he had. Upon this, the rowers mod- 
 estly suggested that, on so hot a day, after their se- 
 vere labour, and the unexpected accident, it would be 
 
 extremely acceptable if A would order, for the 
 
 good of the house, " a taste of whiskey." - If the 
 w^hole Temperance Society had been on board our 
 little skiif they must have consented, and a mode- 
 rate supply was instantly produced. Highlanders 
 seem all to think they should be preserved in spirits ; 
 
 but A , to avoid all danger of excess, threw a 
 
 considerable proportion into the Loch, gravely re- 
 marking, that it would bring us " luck !" Our 
 friends would evidently have preferred the whiskey 
 to the luck, but divided all that remained, drank our 
 healths, and proceeded with renewed energy. We 
 soon afterwards landed near the old remnant of Ur- 
 quhart Castle, once a Royal fortress, and now be- 
 longing to the Grants of Grant. A few tattered 
 fragments yet rise above the lofty rock on which 
 they were reared, looking like chimneys, and as if 
 the precipice were the castle. Here sieges and mas- 
 sacres took place in the stirring times of Edward 
 the First, w^hen, like a bull in a China shop, the 
 English had it all their own way, and broke down 
 so many of our fortresses, though Scotland at last 
 proved herself unconquerable. 
 
 After going one mile inland, we discovered a 
 
DRUMNADPvOCHIT. 223 
 
 peculiarly comfortable, praise-worthy inn at Drum- 
 nadrochit. The name puts my spelling to a severe 
 test ! It is doing the public a service to encourage 
 so well kept an establishment ; therefore, instead of 
 pushing on by forced marches upon Inverness, we 
 subsided into our arm-chairs, for the good of the 
 house, and talked over our adventurous escape from 
 Skye and its vicinity. The paragon of landladies 
 had prepared an excellent dinner, on the chance of 
 any travellers wanting it, and sent us up, on the 
 very shortest imaginable notice, a roast joint, the 
 only fresh pastry I almost ever saw" in travelling, — 
 for you would fancy, at inns in general, that the 
 tarts were all bought second-hand, — and the most 
 elaborately fanciful dish of potatoes I ever saw, 
 being tastefully turned out, like a shape of blanc- 
 mange, with a pattern of grapes and vine leaves on 
 the top, which might have done for a marble chim- 
 ney-piece. So curiously decorated a style is not 
 always the safest in a kitchen, if one only knew the 
 w^orst ; and I remember once hearing of an officer 
 in Ireland, who w^as partaking of some ingeniously 
 contrived eggs, the outside being of blanc-mange 
 and the inside of jelly, when an old lady remarked, 
 how glad she was she liked them, as it had been 
 her employment all that day "to blow out the 
 yolks, and to blow in the blanc-mange !" 
 
 I have been informed that Mr. Elphinstone, who 
 
524 GLEN URQUHART. 
 
 knows the whole round world by sight, once pro- 
 nounced Glen Urquhart and Strathglass to be the 
 most beautiful landscapes he had ever seen^ which 
 will save me the trouble of going to India, or the 
 antipodes ; but, in the meantime, we delayed not an 
 hour this evening to enjoy a drive through the ro- 
 mantic beauties of Glen Urquhart, in a little double- 
 seated phaeton, drawn by a fine Arabian-looking 
 grey horse, w-hich might have trotted for a w^ager. 
 I discovered unexpectedly during our progress that 
 a morsel of South Wales has certainly been, some 
 how or other, shuffled in here ! The rich meadows, 
 the sloping green banks, the luxuriant wood, the 
 wilderness of sweet briars, the neat cottages, and 
 the profusion of tasteful villas, are all quite Welsh. 
 A lake, like a sea of liquid hght, at the top of this 
 glen, is as closely beset with ornamental mansions 
 and cottages as either Hampstead Heath or Wim- 
 bledon Common, and nearly all seem tenanted by 
 Grants, who are very fortunate people to have got 
 so delightful a " location." An extraordinary pro- 
 fusion of roses in all the hedges and fields gave a 
 full-dressed look to the countiy, as if it were hung 
 with garlands for a fete. The tall pyramids of fox- 
 glove seemed too splendid for encountering the dust 
 of a highroad, and, altogether, natm-e here had 
 made herself quite extravagantly fine. Several of 
 the hills wore on their shoulders gold epaulettes of 
 
GLEN UEQUHART. 225 
 
 whin and yellow broom, while others were clothed 
 with gloomy masses of fir. If you wish to make a 
 very beautiful table or cabinet for your boudoir, no 
 wood looks half so well as the broom, which may 
 be had here five or six inches in diameter, and beau- 
 tifully striped in light and dark shades, like ivory 
 and ebony. This was an idea, long ago, of your 
 
 friend Lady 's, but no one else ever tried it, 
 
 and the most ingenious things require to be recom- 
 mended, for, as the proverb truly says, "The tongue 
 of the fool is often requisite to the inventions of the 
 wise." 
 
 More might be said hereof to make a proof, 
 Yet more to say were more than is enough. 
 
 20 
 
FALL OF FOYERS. 
 
 " Time and I against any two," 
 
 Spanish Proverb. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — -Nobody can say now that 
 I have not seen the Fall of Foyers ! This morning 
 we stood below and above the cascade, took it in 
 profile and in full face, weighed, measured, criti- 
 cised, admired, and, in short, did every thing but 
 swallow it. You would perhaps have been tempted 
 to re-echo the exclamation of Wilson the artist, on 
 his first arrival here, "well done, water!" but I 
 begin to suspect that my Highland second-sight has 
 at some time or other favoured me with a vision of 
 Niagara, as nothing short of that seems ever likely 
 to satisfy my craving for water ; and I must venture 
 to disclose, in the strictest confidence, that my first 
 sensation was disappointment ! We have often re- 
 marked, that children never will appear to advan- 
 tage when most wished to do so ; and it is the same 
 with cascades, which always happen to be particu- 
 larly quiet and stupid when any one goes to see 
 them. Instead of the sublime, I saw only the beau- 
 tiful j but certainly the scenery around is worth 
 coming all the distance to enjoy, being more like a 
 poet's dream than a reality, — the rough rocky fore- 
 
FALL OF FOYERS. 227 
 
 ground, the park of Foyers behind, bright and sunny, 
 as if it had been washed over with gamboge ; the 
 charming ghmpses of the lake, surrounded by richly 
 clothed banks, and the dark sterile mountains be- 
 yond. The cascade falls 212 feet, shrieking and 
 roaring among rocks all sheathed in glittering foam, 
 and ends in a deep pool, w^hich looked blacker than 
 the ink I am writing with. One curious rock is 
 there, formed by nature into a colossal head, up to 
 the chin in water, as if a giant were drowning. 
 The eyes and nose are quite perfect, and I pointed 
 him out to the guide, w^ho agreed that he seemed 
 almost alive, but he is only visible when the stream 
 falls very low. To-day, instead of rushing over the 
 higher points, it was merely decanted through a 
 narrow gorge, like the neck of a large bottle, Avith 
 rocks closing over the top. A long narrow point 
 of rock, like a lofty wall, with a giddy precipice on 
 both sides, and the tumultuous water beneath, is 
 considered the best place from whence to see the 
 fall, if you do not fall yourself, and, when standing 
 on its utmost verge, we could form a perfect con- 
 ception how the Buccaneers formerly put prisoners 
 to death by making them " walk the plank." 
 
 Near this we met a poor beggar, who showed 
 us the certificate of a magistrate, that he had per- 
 mission to beg, having once unfortunately ventured a 
 step too far and fallen over. His thigh was dislo- 
 
228 FALL OF FOYERS. 
 
 cated, and he lay all night on a rock, perfectly 
 helpless, till accidentally discovered by a shepherd's 
 dog. It is curious that those wonderfully sagacious 
 animals have, in some degree, the instinct belong- 
 ing to every various species of their kind; and 
 this creature, acting as any dog of St. Bernard's 
 would have done, ran instantly for his master, who 
 came, expecting to find one of his own sheep in 
 distress, and rescued the miserable sufferer. We 
 gave him a trifle, and I was amused to see the guide 
 immediately afterwards ask our petitioner for some 
 tobacco, of which, in spite of his poverty, he pro- 
 duced a plentiful supply, and shared it liberally 
 with his friend. 
 
 If the fall of Foyers were mine, I should cer- 
 tainly make a better path for travellers, as the toil- 
 some ascent is through a sea of mud, but we felt re- 
 warded, if the scramble had been twice as long, 
 and ten times as dirty. Several fields we saw here 
 were almost at right angles with the ocean, and on 
 the summit of a lofty mountain, called Mealfourvo- 
 nie, the guide assured us that there is a well of 
 water so unfathomably deep, the bottom has never 
 yet been found, but he added, that "it pierces 
 through the whole hill, and any one throAving in a 
 stick or a stone, if he has luck, may find it after- 
 wards floating on Loch Ness." I should be sorry if 
 my luck in life depended on believing this. 
 
LOCH NESS. 229 
 
 Crossing Loch Ness on our return from Foyers, 
 we encountered more sea than in all the other 
 Highland ferries united, and if an accident had oc- 
 curred here, it would have been a very paltry and 
 pitiful termination to our adventures. I should 
 have been as much mortified and surprised, as the 
 soldier killed some time ago on the Portobello sands, 
 who said it was hard to end his life at a mere re- 
 view", after escaping the dangers of Waterloo. 
 The water of Foyers, being evidently of a tumultu- 
 ous disposition, does not recover its equanimity in 
 Loch Ness, w^hich is never known to be frozen in 
 winter, and to-day our little boat hopped along on 
 the waves wdth terrifying agility, while the boatman 
 politely apologized for its being so old and rickety, 
 assuring me that he expected a new one next day, 
 though that certainly did not avail us much at the 
 moment, when I expected every instant that we 
 should be, to use a Scotch expression," whummelled." 
 This little skiff is rowed in general by a Highland 
 girl, but the ferry worn an was absent, which I 
 regretted, as she is said to pull better than any 
 man. You would be amused to see w^hat useful 
 people w^omen are in the far north. They drive 
 the carts, hold the ploughs, in short, do all the 
 7nan\ia.\ labour, and if a cottager loses his horse or 
 ox, or any other beast of burden, he marries a mfe 
 to make up the difference. 
 
 Our drive from Drumnadrochit to Inverness, fif- 
 20* 
 
230 INVERNESS. 
 
 teen miles, partly along the edge of Loch Ness, 
 combined all English, Welsh, and Highland beauty, 
 and though we are becoming fastidious about scene- 
 ry, after seeing so much of the best, this appeared 
 almost beyond criticism. The usual difficulty oc- 
 curs, however, on some of the mountains, to group 
 the plantations becomingly, and to-day w^e observed 
 three of the hills with perfectly round clmnps on 
 their summits, cut so exactly circular, that you 
 would imagine they had been cropped with a basin 
 over their heads. 
 
 In our way we passed Dochfbur, belonging to 
 Mr. Baillie. It has a charming park to boast of, a 
 beautiful lake, and abundance of venerable trees, 
 which formerly made a narrow escape of their 
 lives, a ci-devant proprietor having condemned 
 them all to the axe, but when advertised for sale, 
 an obliging friend of the next heir clandestinely 
 purchased the whole lot, and asked the laird if 
 they might be allowed, as a favour, to grow till 
 wanted. This uncommon proposal excited no sus- 
 picion, and the old gentleman, when showing his 
 grounds, often mentioned as a good story against 
 the purchaser, that he had got not only the price, 
 but the benefit of the trees, which had obtained so 
 long a reprieve, they might perhaps be allowed 
 *• to see him out," which accordingly they did, for 
 his monument may now be conspicuously seen from 
 the road, shaded by the far-spreading-boughs. 
 
INVERNESS. 231 
 
 How unpleasant the final show off is, made by 
 drivers and horses on entering a town ! Their 
 whole speed is reserved for the narrowest lanes, ill- 
 causewayed, and perfectly paved with children, 
 flocks of whom may be seen flying in all directions, 
 at our approach, like a covey of partridges after a 
 shot has been fired. We tilted over the streets and 
 bridges of Inverness, at full career, grazing against 
 carriages and people, while the horse became more 
 and more excited, till at last with a rapid swing we 
 turned a sharp corner, and wheeled up to the hotel, 
 stopping with a crash as sudden as if a portcullis 
 had fallen before us. 
 
 An English gentleman once asked in company, 
 with a bewildered look, " Pray ! can any one tell 
 me, whether Edinburgh is north of Inverness, or 
 Inverness north of Edinburgh!" Having practi- 
 cally studied this obscure question, I can now testify 
 to the truth of oiu* commonly received opinions on 
 their geographical position ; and those who travel 
 one hundred and fifty miles nearer the pole, will 
 find this Highland metropolis well worth exploring. 
 The situation is magnificent, the inns and county 
 jail first-rate, the harbour excellent; in short, I 
 could write you a letter as dry and uninteresting as 
 a stone-dike about this venerable city, but towns 
 never describe well, and the larger they are, the 
 more hopelessly tiresome the description becomes. 
 
232 INVERNESS. 
 
 After all, what does it signify to you and me, how 
 the people of Inverness are lodged, provided they be 
 pleased themselves ? Some streets are broad, others 
 are narrow; some of the churches have towers, 
 and others have none ; the river has a bridge, the 
 castle has nearly disappeared, the jail has a mag- 
 nificent steeple, and the new county rooms, built 
 of bright scarlet stone, dazzle our sight, so that 
 we must shade our eyes to look at them ! 
 
 During a rainy Sunday at Inverness, w^e attended 
 divine service at a small chapel. Within a church 
 on the opposite side of the street, a preacher was 
 holding forth at the same time, in tones so extremely 
 vehement, that even w^hen we sat in the pew of a 
 different building, with a broad street between, it 
 w^as perfectly startling to hear his noisy vocifera- 
 tions. You would have supposed that some violent 
 demagogue was angrily inciting a mob to insurrec- 
 tion, rather than a minister of the gospel promul- 
 gating the solemn and affecting doctrines of Chris- 
 tianity ; and I could not but think, that, while no 
 teacher ever said more awful truths than our Divine 
 Savioiu- himself, yet in his tenderness and commise- 
 ration for the very worst of sinners, he probably 
 preached very differently, seeking with all meekness 
 and dignity to produce 
 
 Faith's calm triumph, reason's steady sway, 
 Not the brief lightning, but the perfect day. 
 
INVERNESS. 233 
 
 If pulpit oratoiy were intended to inculcate merely 
 one great effort, — to produce only a short lucid in- 
 terval from the mental derangement of worldliness, — 
 or if such a sacrifice were necessary, as that of the 
 deluded Hindoos, who cast themselves under the car 
 of Juggernaut, such excitement might draw out a 
 corresponding impulse ; but for inspiring solemn 
 truths, deep feelings, and steady principles, far more 
 permanent impressions are likely to be made by an 
 impressive tone of heartfelt conviction, — not by the 
 flaming countenance and angry gesticulations of a 
 special pleader, but by earnest, solemn, and ener- 
 getic admonitions, like those of a parent or brother, 
 who comes as an ambassador of Christ, to teach and 
 encom^age the many who are struggling through a 
 stormy tide of worldly cares and temptations, and 
 whose own spirit is filled with love to God, and 
 charity to all men. 
 
 Nothing convinced me more, how important it 
 is to preserve a tone of dignified calmness on sacred 
 subjects, than to hear that once, when a petition 
 from the General Assembly of Scotland on Chmxh 
 politics was received with grave attention by the 
 House of Lords, it w^as ended by some tremendously 
 vehement language, and when a final period came, 
 the astonished Peers burst into a simultaneous peal of 
 laughter, on hearing that it was " Signed by The 
 Moderator !" 
 
CAWDOR CASTLE. 
 
 Faster come ! faster come ! 
 Faster and faster ! 
 
 Pibroch. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — You need no longer ask me 
 where I have been, but where I have not been, for 
 we are flying so incessantly from place to place, 
 that I even sleep in a hurry, and grudge myself time 
 to snatch a morsel of dinner ; but as it used to be 
 said of the celebrated Lord Cullen, that if he dipped 
 into a book for tw^o minutes, he could talk about it 
 for two years, you will think my way of dipping 
 into a country is on a somewhat similar scale of 
 proportion. 
 
 We passed near Culloden moor to-day, and saw 
 the dreary scene where Scotland's lance was shiv- 
 ered, where her shield was broken, her banner of 
 pride laid low, and where " the red eye of battle 
 was shut in despair." Some miles beyond stands 
 Cawdor Castle, about six centuries old, but with a 
 roof still over its head, and surrounded by trees, 
 which even Dr. Johnson condescended to notice 
 with respect. " Hail, Thane of Cawdor ! This cas- 
 tle hath a pleasant seat !" It is, moreover, garri- 
 soned by a civil courtseying housekeeper, who pa- 
 
CAWDOR CASTLE. 235 
 
 raded us about from one odd-looking room to anoth- 
 er, apologizing for the very thing which most de- 
 lighted me, — the rude uncivilized aspect of the 
 whole place and furniture. I would have been dis- 
 gusted by the sight of a modern luxury or comfort 
 in such a scene, but every thing remains in the raw 
 unfledged state of old times. No spring cushions, 
 ottomans, footstools, or other unnecessary necessaries 
 of modern life, but here the strait stiiF chairs are 
 great-grandfathers to any you ever sat in else- 
 Avhere ; the door is of sohd iron, the wainscots are 
 as unconscious of paint as when they came from the 
 forest, and the entrance is through a portcullis and 
 over a draw-bridge rattling on its chains, quite ready 
 to repel an invasion. This primitive state of affairs is 
 more attractive to visiters than to the owners, except 
 in its present capacity of shooting box, and Cawdor 
 Castle is now almost entirely deserted for Stackpole 
 Court and Golden Grove, its more trimmed and 
 decorated rivals in Wales. Golden Grove, with its 
 richly poetical name, affords a singular exception to 
 the nationality of the Welsh, as it was bequeathed 
 by a primitive recluse named Vaughan, to the only 
 Scotch gentleman probably possessing property in 
 Wales. Pluralities in estates, as well as in livings, 
 are not advantageous, and I sometimes wish for 
 an act of Parliament, making it criminal, like po- 
 lygamy, to keep two estates, so that those who in- 
 
236 CAWDOR CASTLE. 
 
 herit as many, shall relinquish the one they like 
 least to their nearest of kin, provided he settle there 
 for life. 
 
 The vaulted kitchen at Cawdor Castle is ex- 
 cavated in solid rock, so that the cook lives like a 
 toad in a stone, and the scullery is on a similar plan, 
 with a low arched roof, looking quite like a natural 
 cave. How many millions of dinners have been 
 cooked in that grate, since the time when oxen 
 were roasted whole, to the present day, when they 
 appear in fancy dress, and assume French names ! 
 
 We were shown a large iron box which the 
 ancestor of Lord Cawdor received when this castle 
 was about to be built. The casket is now empty, 
 but was then filled with gold, destined to pay the 
 whole expense of building, on the express condition 
 that this treasure should be placed on a donkey's 
 back, when the animal was to be turned loose, with 
 a few strokes of the whip, and at the first place 
 where he afterwards stood still, the foundation must 
 immediately be laid. Many houses are so ill situ- 
 ated, one might imagine that nothing wiser than a 
 donkey had fixed on the site, but this long-eared 
 architect excelled most " capability men." He 
 paused near the river, beside a very fine thorn tree, 
 and one of the rooms has been built round the stem, 
 which yet stands bare and rugged, within the apart- 
 ment, its root on the floor, and its head piercing the 
 
CAWDOR CASTLE. 237 
 
 ceiling. This has a singular effect, as if it had 
 forced a way through the roof; and, if tradition 
 speak the truth, this aged block of wood must now 
 be at least six hundred years of age, coeval with 
 the time of Macbeth, when the Thane of Caw^dor 
 was " a prosperous gentleman." 
 
 In the external wall of Cawdor Castle, about 
 half way from the summit, a thriving, full-grown 
 gooseberry bush has contrived to take root, though 
 we could not but wonder where it found any nour- 
 ishment or support ! It clings to the interstices of 
 a solid stone wall, nine feet thick, and there pro- 
 duces an ample crop of gooseberries, the most gen- 
 uine wall-fruit I have seen, which might have been 
 gathered if we could have made a long arm, to 
 reach about ten feet down from the nearest window. 
 Baron Munchausen's cherry tree growing on a stag's 
 head was not much more surprising. 
 
 In this delightful old castle we were shown King 
 Duncan's chain armour. There are four houses in 
 Scotland where that monarch was undoubtedly mur- 
 dered; Glammis Castle, a blacksmith's hut near 
 Forres, Inverness Castle, now superseded by the 
 Jail, and Cawdor Castle, which appears to me the 
 most appropriate scene for the occasion, being quite 
 a ready-made tragedy in itself I walked slowly up 
 the very steps which lady Macbeth ascended, trying 
 
 to feel as like Mrs. Siddons as possible, but if A 
 
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238 CAWDOR CASTLE. 
 
 had treated us to one of Kean's very best starts in 
 Macbeth, he would have precipitated the whole 
 party to the bottom of a steep spiral staircase. We 
 reached, at length, a most ominous looking door, 
 very low, and creaking on the hinges with a most 
 unearthly sound, which opened into the fatal apart- 
 ment, where there is a vaulted stone roof. I was 
 wound up now, to behold a scene quite a la Shak- 
 speare, but, alas ! a sad disappointment awaited us ! 
 all within was fresh, clean, and new, exhibiting not 
 so much as a grain of dust, or a stain of blood, and 
 we were informed that an accident had destroyed 
 every relic of antiquity. In the chimney of this old 
 room, a colony of jack-daws established their nests, 
 which took fire one night, when King Duncan's bed 
 perished, and the whole proofs of the murder were 
 destroyed. Another bed which we were shown in 
 this house might have been substituted, as it was the 
 most dismal piece of furniture I ever beheld, with 
 plumes of black feathers at every corner, silver or- 
 naments and velvet hangings, so that if mounted on 
 wheels like a hearse, it would have been quite fit 
 for the undertaker. 
 
 You may trace out half the history of Scotland 
 in this entertaining old castle ! I wish we had four 
 pairs of eyes at least to look about us with ! We 
 were next ushered into a crevice, which can scarce- 
 ly be dignified with the name of a closet, where old 
 
CA\\T)OR CASTLE. 239 
 
 Lord Lovat, at the age of eighty, remained in con- 
 cealment during six weeks after escaping from the 
 battle of Culloden. If we ever have to flee for our 
 lives, I could not desire a better hiding-place ; for 
 though the English troops had certain information 
 that the aged peer was confined in this veiy house, 
 they never succeeded in discovering him ! The en- 
 trance is most curious and complicated, for I stood 
 on the leads close beside the place without detecting 
 a nook in which so much as his wig could have 
 been harboured. A sort of supplementary elevation, 
 like a chimney, rose above the roof, by placing a 
 ladder against which we scrambled to a narrow 
 platform and there saw a nearly imdsible door, 
 scarcely wider than the entrance to a dog kennel. 
 After creeping with difficulty into this aperture, we 
 found an apartment under a pent roof, twice the size 
 of a bathing machine, where Lord Lovat remained, 
 day after day, and week after week, almost within 
 sight of his own magnificent estates. A very few 
 miles off were the trees on w^hich he formerly hanged 
 so many of his ow^n retainers, the halls in which he 
 once executed tyrannical sway, and the house in 
 which both his amiable, high-born wives successively 
 wore out their miserable existences, in a species of 
 rigid imprisonment. Early in life, he erected a mar- 
 ble tablet in the parish church, bearing a splendid 
 panegyric on himself, and when his friend Sir Rob- 
 
240 CAWDOR CASTLE. 
 
 ert Monro remonstrated on the absurdity of this 
 " romantic stuff," he said that his clan must beUeve 
 whatever he told them. I wonder he did not leave 
 an equally imaginary portrait of his countenance, 
 rather than trust Hogarth's pencil, who found the 
 temptation to caricature quite irresistible, and threat- 
 ened, when Lord Lovat refused to pay for his pic- 
 ture, that he would " add a tail, and sell it for the 
 frontispiece of a menagerie." It is surprising he 
 did not burn the painting at last, but he stands 
 recorded, at his own request. 
 
 To future times a libel and a jest. 
 
 Had Lord Lovat been staunch to either side, our 
 sympathy would have been greater, but a prospec- 
 tive patent, creating him Duke of Fraser, nailed the 
 weathercock of his opinions ; and such patents are 
 often the best remedy for the hot and cold fits of a 
 politician, who " foams a patriot to subside a peer." 
 
 We gazed over the wall upwards of sixty feet 
 high, where Lord Lovat, wrapped in blankets, was 
 let down by ropes, at last, to make his escape ; and 
 I became perfectly giddy when fancying the poor 
 old peer, accustomed to his easy chair by the fireside, 
 and his newspaper, thus launched into the air, like 
 a spider on a thread, and swinging about in the wind. 
 
 All true Highlanders must lament, that a Fraser, 
 one of the clan, incurred the disgrace of betraying 
 
CAWDOR CASTLE. 241 
 
 his chief, who w^as traced to a large tree on his own 
 property, and yielded himself up, saying, " It is not 
 your cleverness that has caught me now, but four- 
 score and four." 
 
 When death became inevitable he encountered 
 it with extraordinary hardihood ; and the fall of a 
 scaffold having killed several spectators, at the very 
 moment of his execution, he turned round, saying, 
 " Aye ! the mair mischief the better sport !" 
 
 The ancestors at Cawdor Castle evidently did not 
 sit to the best artists. They seem to have worn 
 armour and full-bottomed wigs like other people, 
 and though we could not quite distinguish the ladies 
 from the gentlemen, they all have the usual allow- 
 ance of eyes and noses, yet, in respect to their beau- 
 ty, least said is perhaps soonest mended, but some 
 of them were most ineffable looking. In ancient 
 times, heiresses were obliged occasionally to make 
 very unexpected journeys ; and here Muriella Cal- 
 der, who inherited C alder, now Cawdor Castle, was 
 carried off in 1510, without being much consulted 
 on the subject, by the Campbells, and married to the 
 Earl of Argyle's second son. His coat-of-arms and 
 initials are placed over the entrance, and magnifi- 
 cently emblazoned also on a curious antique chimney- 
 piece. A more recent transaction of this kind did 
 not end quite so w^ell. A brother of the first Duke 
 of Argyll carried off an English heiress, Miss Whar- 
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242 KILRAVOCK. 
 
 ton, but the marriage was immediately dissolved. 
 The culprit himself escaped any severer penalty, but 
 Sir John Johnston, who had assisted in the frolic, 
 was hanged. 
 
 One ancestor, wearing a Nova Scotia ribbon, 
 whose portrait w^as introduced to us, seems to have 
 been a perfect Samson. An iron gate is shown, 
 with bars fit for Newgate, which tradition assures 
 us, upon its veracity, that this gentleman carried on 
 his back fifteen miles ! The worthy housekeeper 
 believes with all her might, as in duty bound, but I 
 should like to have seen it done. 
 
 One room here is hung entirely round with ta- 
 pestry about two hundred years old, said to be the 
 work of Lady Henrietta Stewart's own individual 
 needle, but she could as easily have carried the iron 
 gate, as manufactured all we saw, in which she was 
 of course assisted by a phalanx of maids. The wall 
 behind these hangings is not even plastered, but this 
 fine old tapestry grates against a rough stone wall, 
 being hung up, as children wear their pinafores, to 
 conceal defects ; and now, having explored as care- 
 fully, from the kitchen to the sky-lights, as if the 
 house were to be let furnished, " seen Tuesdays, 
 Thursdays, and Saturdays," we took leave of our 
 worthy old cicerone with the customaiy ceremony, 
 as housekeepers must all have their hands crossed 
 with silver or gold, like gypsies, which I would 
 
KILRAVOCK. 243 
 
 much rather do to hear stories of the past, than 
 prophecies of the future. 
 
 On our way home we drove through the charm- 
 ing grounds of Kih^avock, a place which has been 
 possessed these 700 years by a succession, from fa- 
 ther to son, of upwards of twenty proprietors, who, 
 w^ith one exception, were all named " Hugh Rose,'* 
 or, according to the ancient spelling, Roos, which 
 sounds more distinguished than the mere cottage 
 designation of a short-lived flower. At Kilravock 
 the lawn is cut into beds of brilliant shrubs, en- 
 closed by picturesque palings of rough stakes, 
 interspersed with creepers, while some of the plants 
 are growing in baskets raised five feet from the 
 ground, for the benefit of loungers too lazy to stoop 
 when they pick a nosegay. 
 
 We wished to examine the old square tower of 
 Kilravock, which seems cast in the same mould as 
 that of Cawdor Castle, and belonged to a family of 
 still greater importance, who were Barons; for 
 though Shakspeare has magnified the importance of 
 the Thane of Cawdor, and gives the j^as to Thanes, 
 that is quite a mistake in respect both to the impor- 
 tance and the precedency of the title. When we 
 requested admittance to an old hall hung with an- 
 cient armour, the powdered footman looked as much 
 astonished and perplexed, as if we had asked to see 
 a residence in Portman Square or St. James' Street, 
 
244 KILRAVOCK. 
 
 and protested there was actually nothing to see. 
 Though the tower looked as high, grand, and dis- 
 mal as that in Blue-Beard's Castle, from which 
 " Anne, sister Anne," could see nobody coming, yet, 
 upon his credible testimony, we unwillingly gave 
 up the point, and threw Kilravock to the winds, 
 " but, if the winds won't have it, to the waves," 
 rather grudging the time and trouble wasted on a 
 vain attempt. I should like to occupy my moments 
 as conscientiously as the celebrated Wesley, who 
 never allowed himself to pass a minute unemployed, 
 and when detained once at a door for ten minutes, 
 as we w^ere at Kilravock, was heard to exclaim, in 
 a tone of regret, " I have lost ten minutes for 
 
 Moment by moment, years are past. 
 And one ere long will be our last. 
 
STRATHGLASS. 
 
 As I walk'd by myself, 
 I talk'd to myself, 
 
 And thus myself said to me. 
 
 My DEAR Cousin, — If you value us, as Desdemona 
 did her lover, by the dangers we have passed, I flat- 
 ter myself we shall increase in your estimation daily 
 during our Highland adventures. At all events, 
 neither you nor I, while we both live, can ever be 
 in the disconsolate state of a lady, who once com- 
 plained she was so little cared for in the world, that 
 if it were the fashion to burn her, she had scarcely 
 a friend on earth who could refrain from throwing 
 in a faggot ! 
 
 This morning we made a flight through the 
 birch-clad glen of Strathglass to take a glimpse of 
 Erchless Castle, belonging to the descendants of 
 that old chief who said there were but three persons 
 in the world entitled to be called " The," — the King, 
 the Pope, and the Chisholm. 
 
 This place is beauty personified, and you would 
 fall in love with it at first sight. The Castle is a 
 venerable white- washed old tower, so entirely sur- 
 rounded by a wreath of hills, that the glen seem*^ 
 scooped out on purpose to hold the house and park. 
 
246 STRATHGLASS. 
 
 Here all was verdant and bright, like the happy- 
 valley of Rasselas, and you might have imagined 
 for a moment that nothing but joy and peace could 
 be there ; yet our minds were filled with the sad 
 remembrance, how recently the young, talented, and 
 singularly amiable proprietor had sunk into the grave, 
 deeply and deservedly lamented by his family, his 
 tenantry, and the county he represented. 
 
 We proceeded, with respectful sympathy, to visit 
 a romantic spot in which the Chisholm desired to be 
 buried, and to which his remains were conducted by 
 so great a concourse of friends and clansmen, that 
 the procession, in close phalanx, covered two miles 
 along the highroad. The grave is placed on the 
 summit of a high conical hill, like a Druid's cairn, 
 surrounded by massy old fir-trees; and one fresh 
 young larch stands conspicuously in advance, which 
 he planted himself, and beside which, in the near 
 prospect of death, he frequently sat for hours, read- 
 ing those promises of eternity which reconciled him 
 to the early termination of his fleeting moments on 
 earth. 
 
 "That life is long, which answers life's great end." 
 A paling of rough stakes encloses the sacred spot 
 where he is laid, a large green turf, like an emerald, 
 covers the tomb, and a small rustic seat, the only 
 ornament of the place, stands at the foot of^the 
 grave. 
 
STRATHGLASS. 247 
 
 Besides building many farm-houses and cottages, 
 the Chisholm raised a church on the estate, entirely 
 at his own expense; and our guide informed us, 
 that the editor of the Inverness Herald frequently 
 preached there, and gave an excellent sermon, 
 though I should fancy it must have been difficult 
 for him to resist an occasional touch on politics, and 
 substituting a leading article for one head of his 
 discourse. Lord Lovat built an opposition Roman 
 Catholic Chapel on the other side of Strathglass ; 
 and, in considering the zeal of both parties, and the 
 rapid progress of Popery in this neighbourhood, I 
 could not but think how soon our own Protestant 
 countrymen may be circumstanced like those of 
 former days in the valleys of Switzerland. A tone 
 of false " liberality" is now in fashion respecting re- 
 ligious faith and doctrine, but the time may not be 
 distant, when every true Christian must cling to his 
 creed with tenacious firmness, remembering that our 
 Saviour's own admonition was, to be " first pure, 
 then peaceable;" and knowing that, since a be- 
 liever can alter no single declaration of the gospel, 
 he can exercise no liberality of his own, but must 
 seek the guidance of the Holy Spirit to interpret 
 every text aright, and then faithfully profess what 
 he has been taught, " Not shunning to declare the 
 whole counsel of God," and not, like Pilate, asking 
 " wtat is truth ?" without w^aiting for any answer. 
 
248 STRATHGLASS. 
 
 We were told that the Roman CathoUc priests, 
 who wish pater-nosters, ave~Marias, crossings, 
 sprinkUngs, and genuflexions to supply the place of 
 truth, holiness, and sincerity, openly rejoiced at the 
 removal of a Protestant so exemplary and influen- 
 tial as the Chisholm, w^ho had exhibited a degree of 
 character and energy at an early age, which caused 
 him to be already regarded with a reverence gen- 
 erally reserved for the old. During our visit to In- 
 verness, it w^as still remembered in the Caledonian 
 Hotel, that when he resided for several months 
 there, his own servants, and nearly the w^hole house- 
 hold, were assembled in his room every morning 
 and evening to prayers, when many of the visiters 
 asked leave to attend, and thought it a privilege to 
 hear the words of faith and hope from one who al- 
 ready knew how soon his faith would be swallowed 
 up in sight, and his hope in enjoyment. 
 
 I cannot but think that the time is happily now 
 in a great degiee passed, when the world's loud 
 laugh, its scorn, and its hatred, would be excited, by 
 a character living in a nation of professing Chris- 
 tians like ours, and truly raised above the sorrows, 
 temptations, and vanities of this fleeting scene. 
 When Dr. Blair preached his celebrated sermon, 
 declaring that if perfect virtue were exhibited on 
 earth, all men would fall down and worship it, his 
 colleague Dr. Walker replied to him next Sunday 
 
STRATHGLASS* 249 
 
 from the pulpit, that such a character had once ap* 
 peared in the world, and only once, not to be wor- 
 shipped and admired, but to be crucified and slain. 
 This country is, however, now brought nominally un- 
 der the yoke of Christ. Almost every individual ac- 
 knowledges our Di\dne Redeemer as the Master he 
 ought to serve, — those who live in the neglect of 
 their Bibles have a painful consciousness of guilt and 
 danger; and while there is no question in society as 
 to the authority of Holy Scripture, the only differ- 
 ence of opinion relates to the manner and degree of 
 obedience. The society in w^hich we live is formed 
 not of unbelievers, such as those among whom 
 Christ personally descended, to set aside their old 
 tenets, and to implant a new and better dispensa- 
 tion, but of his ostensible adherents, varying in 
 character, faithful or lukewarm, like the disciples 
 in Ephesus, Smyrna, and all the seven churches 
 of Asia, but still ranged under one banner, and 
 professing one allegiance. Those who study life 
 among men, rather than among books, must be 
 aware, that, in the present day, fashion, if not feel- 
 ing, is all in favour of external devotion. God 
 alone knoweth the heart; but even amons: those 
 most seeking the world's applause, it must be obvi- 
 ous that no individual now ranks higher in the es- 
 teem, or rather in the reverence of cultivated society, 
 than a consistent, strict, and judicious Clnistian. 
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250 STRATHGLASS. 
 
 Religion is not answerable for the weaknesses, de- 
 fects, and follies of her votaries, many of whom 
 bring discredit on her cause by blemishes in their 
 own natural disposition and conduct, which a more 
 enlightened piety would teach them to correct. 
 The invisible strings of an instrument, when rightly 
 tuned, produce the harmony which dehghts us; 
 and where the inward and spiritual grace is testified 
 by a conduct and conversation really becoming the 
 gospel, a majority in our own country will bear tes- 
 timony to its excellence and beauty. Religion has 
 been said to consist in " imitating Him whom we 
 adore," and it may be lamented how harsh and de- 
 fective the imitation too often is, exhibiting as 
 much disparity in style and success, as the painters 
 who have attempted to represent our Divine Sa- 
 viour's personal appearance when on earth, some 
 being hard, or exaggerated, while others have the 
 grace, dignity, and attractiveness which Raphael 
 has communicated to his portraits. Some Christians 
 I have known, whose devotions in the closet were 
 followed by such conduct as could stand the strictest 
 of all scrutiny — that of their own domestic circle — 
 who, pursuing the even tenor of their way in sim- 
 plicity and godly sincerity, persevered in a total non- 
 conformity to customs and habits irreconcilable with 
 their high calling, and were yet so amiable at home, 
 so deeply fervent in prayer for others, and so con- 
 
STRATHGLASS. 251 
 
 ciliatory to all without exception, that those even 
 least ready to follow their example could not mth- 
 hold their respect. A good soldier of Jesus Christ 
 may inevitably be associated w^th others careless 
 and criminal in their neglect of sacred duties, who 
 will seek to beguile him from his steadfastness, but, 
 once proved to be firm in obeying the Master whom 
 they all profess to serve, none of that hatred and 
 ridicule are excited which formerly beset the foot- 
 steps of all who pursued the narrow path of Chris- 
 tian duty, but rather a latent belief arises, that the 
 man of God has chosen the better part, and a desire 
 is felt at some distant period to do likewise. If 
 Christians are reproached, they should take care 
 that it be only for something in which they really 
 do resemble Christ, and if they are persecuted, that 
 it is indeed for "righteousness' sake;" but too often 
 when professing to follow a very high standard, 
 they cast a slur upon religion by failing most lamen- 
 tably in the minor morals of their own peculiar sta- 
 tion, and neglect to exhibit the mere shadow of 
 goodness, because gifted with the substance. I 
 have sometimes been astonished to perceive in those 
 who intended to be followers of our blessed Saviour's 
 example, a most unsuitable want of consideration 
 for the feelings of others, and of attention to trifling 
 duties, such as cheerful contentment under every cir- 
 cumstance, personal neatness, moderation in eating, 
 
252 STRATHGLASS, 
 
 careful expenditure of time, charitable blindness to 
 the faults of others, and pity for the sorrows of their 
 neighbours, which rendered them obvious to the 
 criticisms of those who neglect many higher objects, 
 but to whom those external amiabilities, which no 
 one should neglect, are almost an entire code of 
 duty. We might sometimes smile, were it not so 
 melancholy, to see how ingeniously religion can be 
 made a cloak to conceal from people themselves 
 that they are influenced by evil feehngs, which, in 
 their naked reality, would be disowned and abhorred. 
 If a Christian whose nature tends to en\y, sees his 
 neighbour's family suffering under some great cala- 
 mity, how apt is he to remark, "Ah ! they have had 
 a long course of prosperity, and needed something 
 of this kind to admonish them !" A Christian be- 
 coming indolent and careless about the essential 
 doctrines of religion, professes " liberality," and 
 scarcely seems as if he preferred one church to an- 
 other ; those of an opposite class, having formed a 
 code of opinions for themselves, think they are per- 
 secuted by all who merely differ from them, and 
 consider every man obstinately blind, and deservedly 
 condemned, who does not agree to their views in 
 every particular. Christians not formed for society, 
 profess to think no one of more sociable habits can 
 be genuinely pious, and retire to solitude in fancied 
 security, forgetful how many are hermits by nature 
 
ERCHLESS CASTLE. 253 
 
 and inclination, with no higher motive than natural 
 taste, and they thus lose that discipline of the mind 
 and heart which men are placed in contact with 
 others on purpose to receive; and a Christian au- 
 thor, publishing some heavy volume which obtains 
 little circulation, nourishes his vanity, by telling 
 himself how few are capable of appreciating him, — 
 that more popular works become so by conforming 
 in a considerable degree to general opinions, — and 
 that "the world will love its own." When we con- 
 template what Christians have occasionally been, 
 and what they ought awlays to be, it is lamentable 
 that those blessed with the peculiar gifts of Chris- 
 tian character should neglect its decorations, — that 
 the fruit and flowers should seem deficient when 
 the root and branches are sound, — that the diamond, 
 with all its intrinsic worth, fails to shine before men 
 who would be ready to recognise and value it, but 
 for the want of exterior polish. 
 
 Our guide through the grounds of Erchless Cas- 
 tle informed me that, in a thatched hut nearly half 
 a mile distant, lived a very aged and infirm Roman 
 Catholic priest, who has made a practice during 
 several years past of being wheeled in an arm 
 chair to the road side, where he used to read per- 
 petually, but his eye-sight being now impaired, he 
 lives upon the gossip and small talk of the high- 
 way, and watches eagerly for any chance passen-« 
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254 ERCHLESS CASTLE, 
 
 gers to converse with, though, living, as he does, 
 half-way up a glen which leads to nothing, he must 
 often experience the meaning of " hope deferred." 
 Nothing comes amiss to old " Father Philip " in the 
 way of news, either public or private, and our cice- 
 rone departed, strongly recommending us to visit 
 this eccentric character, " who hears all that hap- 
 pens from Spey to the Orkneys." He seemed un- 
 questionably one of the natural curiosities in this 
 district, therefore we resolved to hold a conference 
 at his levee, which turned out marvellously enter- 
 taining. You never saw so much dignity maintained 
 on means apparently so inadequate, for, though the 
 dress of Father Philip be of the poorest description, 
 and his whole person is swollen with dropsy, yet 
 the Pope himself need scarcely have been ashamed 
 to see his representative. When we approached, 
 his whole countenance lighted up with pleasure at 
 catching a fresh haul of visiters ; he bowed, shook 
 hands, and attempted to offer me his easy chair, but 
 failed in his endeavour to rise, while I entreated him 
 to desist, and greatly preferred one of the large 
 stones, several of which are placed in a circle 
 around him for visiters. He began the interview 
 by inquiring whether we preferred whiskey or milk 
 for our refreshment, and after the produce of his 
 dairy had been duly produced, he asked, in a cour- 
 teous tone, a perfect torrent of questions about every 
 
BEAULY. 255 
 
 thing and every body, especially with a view to find 
 
 out who we were, which A , to the best of his 
 
 ability, explained. 
 
 Father Philip has long, to use our Scottish 
 phraseology, "enjoyed" very bad health, and is, 
 moreover, quite superannuated. I often wish a re- 
 tiring pension were provided for aged clergymen of 
 our persuasion, as well as for half-pay officers, though 
 there would be many perhaps as unwilling to relax 
 in their pastoral labours as the venerable Arnold, 
 who replied, when his friends represented that his 
 years and infirmities required more rest, " No ! I shall 
 soon have all eternity to rest in !" 
 
 Proceeding from Erchless Castle towards Beau- 
 ly, through the most charming glen scenery in the 
 world, we lamented over several thousand maornifi- 
 cent birch trees already laid prostrate for railroads, 
 and two thousand more marked for a similar fate, 
 and weeping in anticipation of their fall. I am sure 
 we acted as chief mourners on the occasion. 
 
 About three miles from Beauly, we passed an 
 extremely romantic cottage, with an extremely ro- 
 mantic history. It was built on a small island five 
 years ago, by the descendant of Simon Lord Lovat, 
 for the alleged descendants of Prince Charles, two 
 very accomplished gentlemen, who have never dis- 
 tinctly stated their claim, but are much esteemed in 
 the neighbourhood, and received at some houses 
 
256 BEAULY. 
 
 ^\dth almost royal honours. We saw them for a 
 moment near their own gate, both accoutred in 
 splendid Highland costume, precisely copied from 
 portraits of " The Young Chevalier," with the white 
 cockade mounted on their bonnets, their plaids flying, 
 and feathers waving in the breeze, and certainly 
 the resemblance is striking, but farther than this the 
 deponent saith not. The family of Lovat, unable 
 to bestow the whole island of Great Britain, accord- 
 ing to their inclinations, have succeeded ar least in 
 providing an island situated in " The Dream," where 
 any one they please may be privileged to exclaim, 
 
 " I am monarch of all I survey, 
 My right there is none to dispute." 
 
 The river dashes vehemently round this charm- 
 ing green isle, which rises abruptly out of the wa- 
 ter, crowned with trees, and surrounded by curious 
 pyramids of rock, like conglomerated gravel, wash- 
 ed by the tumultuous stream into a hundred fantas- 
 tic shapes, resembling turrets, steeples, castles, and 
 even trees of stone. The cottage looks as if its 
 walls had been covered with a border plaid, as the 
 dark grey stones are checked with stripes of white 
 cement — a ferry-boat was moored on one side of the 
 island, and a rustic bridge, extremely unsafe looking, 
 hung on the other, while the whole scene was hem- 
 med in by a circle of such magnificent wooded hills 
 as might make the fortune of any ordinary place. 
 
BEAULY. 257 
 
 The falls of Beauly, or more properly Beaulieu, are 
 like a cascade of silver churned into foam, and fret- 
 ted into appearing as white as a sheet, among the 
 iron-looking rocks. The best view is from a gar- 
 den near the road, belonging to the parish clergy- 
 man ; but if his " vineyard" be no better cared for 
 than his garden, I should be sorry for the parishion- 
 ers. This ought to be one of the loveliest spots 
 upon earth, but is now such a mere bear-garden of 
 weeds, I felt much inclined to take up a hoe myself. 
 
 We admired Lord Lovat's beautiful park and 
 grounds, though rather at a loss to guess why his cot- 
 tage-looking house was ever dignified with the name 
 of Beaufort Castle, not being more like our idea of 
 a castle than a pistol is to a cannon. Near this, 
 1200 acres of forest have been planted in two years, 
 which compensates in some degree for thousands 
 having been wrenched out of the Drhuim at one 
 fell swoop. 
 
 I would subscribe something to get the ancient 
 ruin of Beauly Priory cleaned out and made tidy, 
 for you never witnessed a more disorderly scene of 
 desolation. Probably eveiy grain of dust in this 
 old cemetery once formed part of a human frame, 
 but now, open stone coffins, human bones, long spi- 
 ry grass, nettles and tomb-stones, are all miscella- 
 neously heaped together, and when I saw the orna- 
 mented tablets which had formerly been meant to 
 express the dignity and worth of those who lay 
 
258 BEAULY. 
 
 scattered around, I could not but think of the tears 
 that must have fallen when those graves were closed, 
 and of the many hopes and fears, and joys and sor- 
 rows like our own, which once filled the heads and 
 hearts of the silent, neglected dead, sleeping uncon- 
 sciously at our feet; but how transient is the honour 
 given by man, even when carved on stone ! We 
 waste much sympathy on the departed in such a 
 scene, for to them the body is of no more importance 
 than the mantle of Elijah after he ascended to 
 heaven; but yet for our own sakes, if men wish 
 hereafter to be laid at rest in decency and peace, 
 they should respect the sanctuary of others, even 
 though their name and kindred be forgotten, for 
 there is not an emotion or an affection can live in 
 the heart of any living man, that the dead in their 
 time have not also shared. 
 
 Nothing proves how little the beauties of Scot- 
 land are explored more obviously than the entire 
 want of horses, accommodation, or comfort of any 
 kind in a village like Beauly, the great thorough- 
 fare to much of our finest scenery. The inn is 
 little better than an ale-house, with no " entertain- 
 ment" that we could see, fit for either man or horse. 
 Swarms of pedestrians were hastening along the high 
 road, to attend a Thursday sermon before the Sacra- 
 ment in some distant parish, all so gayly dressed, that 
 we conjectured they must be going to a wedding; 
 and the crowds which usually congregate on such 
 
KILLICHRIST CHURCH. 259 
 
 occasions have become so serious an inconvenience 
 to the clergy, that they have decided in many dis- 
 tricts that this ordinance shall be held everywhere 
 on the same day, to prevent strangers from trans- 
 forming the most sacred of all earthly duties into a 
 scene of mere lounging and gossip. In the High- 
 lands many servants make a stipulation, when en- 
 gaged, that they shall be allowed, in every neigh- 
 bouring parish, regularly to attend "The Preach- 
 ings," and the country milliners all hasten down 
 with patterns of their newest bonnets and caps for 
 that occasion. 
 
 Three miles from Beauly we entered the ruins 
 of Killichrist Church, where, on account of family 
 feuds, a whole congregation of the clan Mackenzie 
 was burned alive by the Macdonells of Glengarry, 
 during which a piper paraded round the church, 
 performing an extemporary tune, still used as Glen- 
 garry's pibroch. Men, women, and children were 
 thrust back with spears when they attempted to 
 escape from the flames ; and one young woman, 
 who had claimed protection and gained her liberty 
 on account of being a Macdonell, was thrown back 
 into the general conflagration, when it was dis- 
 covered that she was married to a Mackenzie. 
 Many bones of these miserable victims are still visi- 
 ble, whitening in the sun, sad memorials of this 
 wholesale massacre ; yet the woman who lived close 
 beside this church, and accompanied us round the 
 
260 BRAHAN CASTLE. 
 
 bare and blackened walls, seemed to know little, 
 and to care still less, about so old a story. If we 
 had inquired about the smoking of a bee-hive, she 
 could scarcely have expressed more indifference, but 
 it is curious, that the greater the number of sufferers 
 on any occasion, the smaller is the sympathy exci- 
 ted by their fate. 
 
 Tourists fancy they have seen all the beauties of 
 Scotland after reaching Inverness ; but there never 
 was a greater mistake, as the picture-gallery of 
 landscapes becomes more romantic every mile you 
 advance. The whole road by Beauly to Dingwall 
 presents a succession of charming palaces and mag- 
 nificent scenery. Brahan Castle belonged to a real 
 aboriginal chieftain, and is worthy of the ancient 
 Seaforth dynasty, being a massy old edifice of hand- 
 some exterior, though miited to a better-half of very 
 disproportioned age and unsuitable appearance, — 
 the one being venerable with declining years, the 
 other very plain and exceedingly juvenile. In a 
 landscape, the rarest of all ornaments are handsome 
 well-grown oaks, such as we admired here in rich 
 profusion, not mere brushwood, but positive timber, 
 fit to build a seventy-four, and such as Richmond 
 Park might be proud of. It extends over two or 
 three miles of park, the ground rising in charming 
 terraces from the river Connan to the summit of the 
 crested hills, which form a magnificent climax. 
 
 Here, in full Highland garb, we saw a fine spir- 
 
BRAHAN CASTLE. 261 
 
 ited portrait by Raeburn, of the late Lord Seaforth, 
 the last chief of that ancient line. A Ross-shire 
 gentleman repeated to me the prophecy of Thomas 
 the Rhymer concerning that family, known in the 
 comitry a century before its melancholy fulfilment, 
 and besides other well-known domestic circum- 
 stances, the premature death of Lord Seaforth's two 
 very talented and accomplished sons was foretold, 
 and that " a dark lady from the east should come to 
 inherit this estate." A most dismal portrait was 
 shown us, representing the wife of the fugitive Lord 
 Seaforth, who looks as if she had never known a 
 cheerful moment, and as if the sun itself had never 
 shone upon her. Her dress is black, the frame is 
 black, and I almost wondered how she happened to 
 sit in so melancholy a mood at all. The whole 
 room is enlivened by a showily-dressed likeness of 
 George the Third, whose portraits are generally in 
 a blaze of white, ermine fur, powdered hair, his foot 
 on a footstool, and his profile as distinctly marked 
 as on the coinage. Nothing is so unbecoming as a 
 portrait in profile, it looks so hard and sharp. 
 
 Cardinal Richelieu's picture and the Duchess of 
 Cleveland's, form an amiable pair in the library, and 
 she is accompanied by a little fashionable-looking 
 dog. Even in these old times, the canine madness 
 prevailed of idolizing dogs, though not perhaps car- 
 ried to the excess we now see, when some pet-dogs 
 
 in London have printed visiting cards, which they 
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262 BRAHAN CASTLE. 
 
 leave along with those of the lady who belongs to 
 them. A distinguished authoress lately, of perfectly 
 sane mind, and in possession of all her senses, wrote 
 a letter to her Blenheim spaniel, with advice about 
 his diet and conduct during their temporary separa- 
 tion, and another equally celebrated writer, being 
 in a house which was suddenly in danger of falling, 
 left her friends to take care of themselves, but 
 snatched up her dog and her manuscripts to hurry 
 them out of danp;er. When Eneas carried his father 
 out of Troy, he was not probably a dog-fancier. 
 
 Travellers have expressed their surprise at find- 
 ing so few great public libraries in this country, 
 compared with the continent; but in private houses 
 they would be equally astonished at their number 
 and magnificence. The collection of books is nearly 
 as good a test of family antiquity as the collection 
 of portraits, while the one may be supposed fitly to 
 represent the mind, as the other does the external 
 aspect of departed generations. Here we found the 
 library a most comfortable, studious-looking room, 
 lined with sober mahogany book-cases, which were 
 filled with abundance of plainly dressed domestic 
 looking books, written by the good old standard 
 authors, w^hom nobody ever thinks of reading now. 
 As Swift remarked, men treat great authors now, 
 as \Tilgar people treat the nobility, talking famil- 
 iarly of those whose titles only they have learned 
 by heart. Here, as in all Highland castles, the 
 
BRAHAN CASTLE. 263 
 
 rooms were decorated with so many stags' heads, 
 that they might have peopled a whole forest, but I 
 was sorry that not a single haunch remained on the 
 table. 
 
 The present proprietor of Brahan Castle being 
 in office abroad, the house and grounds are let, 
 which is less injurious to the place and neighbour- 
 hood, than if it had remained untenanted like many 
 of the finest places in Ross-shire, which had the look 
 of neglected desolation so soon acquired by resi- 
 dences without residents. 
 
 The magnificent scale on which country hospi- 
 talities must now be maintained by those who wish 
 to receive their friends at all, soon exhausts any pri- 
 vate fortune, and country gentlemen, w^ho would 
 frequently rather cease to be hospitable at all, than 
 become so merely in moderation, retire from useful- 
 ness at home to the insignificance and incognito of 
 continental life, rather than exercise judicious re- 
 trenchments in the neighbourhood where they are 
 subject to observation. As a sensible old proverb 
 remarks, "the eyes of other people are the eyes 
 which ruin us," and few persons regret any mode- 
 rate privation, if no one else be aware of the neces- 
 sity, or criticise the details. Instead of exclaiming, 
 like Sir Peter Teazle, however, " defend me from 
 my friends," I would rather say, " defend me from 
 the servants of my friends," for they require a de- 
 gree of comfort and luxury where their masters 
 
264 BRAHAN CASTLE. 
 
 visit, such as a gentleman in former days would have 
 been charmed to enjoy. In several Highland 
 houses, the second table declines to dine on red- 
 deer-venison, muirfowl, salmon, salt meat, or any 
 thing cold, and a remonstrance was made at one 
 place, that there had been roast lamb three days 
 running, which could not be tolerated. A noble 
 Lord in Perthshire, who allowed no second table for 
 his establishment, being informed that the valet be- 
 longing to one of his visiters, had entered a protest 
 against dining with the livery servants, sent for him 
 during his own dinner, and said, pointing to a va- 
 cant seat next to the man's own master, " I allow 
 only two tables in my house, therefore, if you think 
 this more suitable to your station than the other, 
 pray be seated !" The man shrunk off quite 
 abashed, and no more was heard of his difficulties 
 or objections ; but servants in general think it ne- 
 cessary to support their master's dignity, by boasting 
 of the indulgences which they are allowed at home, 
 and are perhaps allowed to invent new perquisites 
 for themselves, and to claim some they never before 
 enjoyed, for we find much truth in the old saying, 
 that " the strictest economists are always most liberal 
 of their neighbour's goods, — and a miser is the most 
 jovial of all companions at a friend's table." A 
 " good old country gentleman," who w^ould gladly 
 have been sociable with his acquaintances, at length 
 discovers, after struggling with the inconvenience of 
 
BRAHAN CASTLE. 265 
 
 all these troubles for a few years, that the same 
 gratitude, and less annoyance, are given to those who 
 keep a hotel, which would be as agreeable, and less 
 expensive. A Scotch innkeeper came once in great 
 perplexit^^ to a noble Duke, saying, his Grace's ser- 
 vants had called for claret, but he supposed, of 
 course, without permission, to which the Duke re- 
 plied, " If the fellows are impudent enough to ask 
 for it, I suppose they must have some !" When an 
 English Baronet asked his valet lately, how a pipe 
 of fine old port was holding out, he replied, " In- 
 deed, Sir ! we have been rather hard upon it lately !" 
 and it was the modest request of a butler to his 
 master once, that he might be allowed " more 
 wages, less work, and the key of the A\dne cellar !" 
 Upper servants think it beneath their dignity to be 
 contented anywhere, or anyhow, while those who 
 wish to attain pre-eminence among their cotempo- 
 raries must excel in the science of fault findmg, and 
 be deeply versed in the mystery of perquisites and 
 precedencies. No proprietor, unless he has kept 
 open house in the country, can guess half the an- 
 noyance these trifles connected wdth " the plague of 
 servants" occasion, nor how much this want of pro- 
 per discipline is the reason why half the castles and 
 cottages in Scotland are "to be let furnished or 
 unfurnished." 
 
 Wishing you and all the world a good night. 
 Yours, &c. 
 
 23* 
 
STRATHPEFFER. 
 
 Oh I there is sweetness in the mountain air, 
 And life, that bloated ease may never hope to share. 
 
 Byron. 
 
 My dear Cousin, — A new style of writing Eng- 
 lish is in vogue at present, in which I have a soar- 
 ing ambition to excel, if I can only arrange a neat 
 mosaic of different languages, as ingeniously as 
 some recent authors, who express themselves in this 
 way, " Time passes a merveille, and I rose to-day 
 au point du jour, to enjoy a 'promenade en voitwe, 
 and afterwards a pied, with our cicerone, where the 
 heau mcmde assemble, and s^ennuyer en cherchant de 
 s^amuser. Our cuisine Francaise is superintended 
 by a chef, whose savoir is incomparable; and at 
 dinner we had c6telettes-a-la minute dressed a ravir, 
 entremets, — and for the rest, see M. Ude, chapter 
 ten, to be read straight through. Do you remember 
 the affected Englishman, who talked once of " Id 
 maniere de socutc/^ and asked how we express that 
 in this country, when you rephed, "we generally 
 say, " P usage du monde ! " 
 
 The French insist there are three things we 
 ought to avoid at the risk of our lives, — a family 
 dinner — an amateur concert — ^and home-made wine; 
 but they might have added, above all, a watering- 
 
STRA.THPEFFER. 267 
 
 place out of season. Here we are at StrathpefFer, 
 the Harrogate of Scotland, where people expect 
 their health to be improved by drinking themselves 
 into a perfect dropsy with nauseous mineral waters. 
 There is a fashion in physic quite as much as in 
 bonnets ; and Dr. Granville, with his fifty German 
 Spas, has thrown this place rather into the shade, 
 though some wanderers yet continue to stray here 
 in search of health, gayety, or retirement, as the 
 case may be. The number of invalids arrived here 
 not being yet sufficient to constitute an ordinary, 
 we had dinner in our ow^n room, so very indifferent, 
 that it ought to have been hissed off the stage, — a 
 leg of lamb that might have grown into mutton 
 since the time it was killed, and a miserable chicken, 
 which had been evidently starved to death. 
 
 Our landlady had somewhat the manner of a 
 retired Duchess at first, but at length relaxed from 
 her dignity, and paid me a long visit, with a fine 
 lively baby in her arms of nine months old, who 
 was perfectly blind. It was affecting to see the 
 poor little thing so unconscious of a calamity which 
 must hereafter embitter his whole earthly existence ; 
 but, fortunately for himself, he is born in a station 
 which will oblige him to make great exertions for 
 his subsistence, — as a life without motive, occupa- 
 tion, or sight, would indeed be one of hopeless en- 
 durance. The greatest alleviation such a case can 
 admit, is to be found in such employments as are 
 
268 STRATHPEFFER. 
 
 taught in the Bhnd Asylums, where sufferers are 
 consoled and cheered by the sympathy of others as 
 unhappily circumstanced. It is a curious source 
 from which to derive comfort, that of knowing oth- 
 ers are as ill off' as ourselves ; but if I had the tooth- 
 ache, I should wish to be in a room full of people 
 w^ith the toothache also ! At the Blind Asylum in 
 Edinburgh you may see any day a very remarkable 
 man, who lost his sight at four years old, and who 
 knows the Bible by heart so perfectly, that not only 
 can he repeat without hesitation any chapter or 
 verse he may be asked for, but he can likewise 
 quote parallel passages in Scripture, and combine 
 the various texts which teach similar doctrines. If 
 I were obliged to give up the blessing of sight, and 
 could choose w^hat gift to receive in exchange, it 
 would undoubtedly be my first wash to possess so 
 enlightened a knowledge of the Holy Scripture as 
 that of John Maclaren. 
 
 It was most melancholy and depressing to ob- 
 serve the crow^ds of poor, decrepit, miserable objects 
 who assemble at Strathpeifer, — and when I saw 
 them so utterly helpless and wretched, we were re- 
 minded of the pool at Bethesda, and of the joy that 
 must have been felt there at the moving of the 
 w^aters, though but one sufferer was to be cured. 
 Some time ago subscriptions were levied to raise 
 a hospital for invalids who came here without the 
 means of living, but unfortunately the collectors 
 
STRATHPEFFER. 269 
 
 were too sanguine, expecting ten times more than 
 they received ; so, after expending more than their 
 funds on raising the mere empty shell of a large 
 edifice, no endowment remained for furnishing it, or 
 supporting the inmates ; therefore the building stands 
 bare, gaunt, and empty, like too many of our pubhc 
 and private structures, which become mere cumber- 
 ers of the ground, because men still neglect the 
 advice of Scripture, to " count the cost" before 
 beginning to build. 
 
 In looking at the crowd of indigent suffering peo- 
 ple round the well, how inevitably must that question 
 occur to the minds of those blessed wdth health and 
 competence, " who maketh thee to differ ?" and 
 why have the lines fallen unto us in such pleasant 
 places 1 Those who neglect to alleviate the suf- 
 ferings of others, or w^ho encourage one discontented 
 thought in such circumstances, would indeed deserve 
 to forfeit all, and incur the just indignation of that 
 Great and Good Being, who tries some with adver- 
 sity and others with prosperity, expecting implicit 
 resignation from the one, and cheerful gratitude 
 from the other, but " all whose ways are mercy and 
 truth." While thankfully receiving the dispensa- 
 tions of good or of apparent evil which fall to our 
 share in the general distribution, we should endea- 
 vour, if it be possible, calmly to welcome every 
 vicissitude, under the very soothing conviction, that 
 nothing comes by chance, but all is the appointed 
 
270 couL. 
 
 means by which, if rightly used, we shall be pre- 
 pared to " dwell in the House of the Lord for ever." 
 
 When strolling along the highroad, admiring 
 Ben Weavis, " the mountain of storms," we were 
 overtaken by a strange-looking beggar, dressed in a 
 sort of tattered magnificence, with a black satin 
 cloak, the hood of which was drawn over her soiled 
 and crumpled cap. She had pursued us at full 
 speed for nearly a mile, and carried a large well- 
 grown baby in her arms. At first I thought, from 
 her vehement unintelhgible articulation, that she 
 spoke in Gaelic, but on stopping to listen, and in- 
 quiring afterwards, we discovered that she was the 
 miserable remains of a fine French abigail, wander- 
 ing through this remote district in search of charity, 
 without being able to speak one w^ord of English. 
 It was quite a case, as your sentimental friend woiJd 
 say, " for sixpence and tears." These changes of 
 fortune among the spoiled servants in great families 
 are but too frequent, and the ultimate fate of those 
 who are capriciously indulging in wanton extrava- 
 gance, very commonly is to die in a hospital, and 
 to be buried by the parish. 
 
 Towards evening, we found ourselves near Coul, 
 about tw^o miles from Strathpeffer, and having un- 
 derstood that the place is at present to be let, we 
 resolved to inspect the house and grounds, though 
 without much intention of becoming tenants. I was 
 not allowed, however, to admire anything beyond a 
 
CASTLE LEOD. 271 
 
 black palisade, bristling all round the park like a 
 porcupine, and covered with pitch and tar. You 
 shall now hear the true meaning of " a Coul recep- 
 tion." An old woman appeared at the lodge, very 
 like one of the witches in Macbeth, but by no means 
 inclined to " open locks whoever knocks." See- 
 ing we wished to enter, she made me a long oration 
 through the bars of her gate, in Gaelic, and having 
 " possession of the house," she declaimed with great 
 animation, suiting the action to the word as she 
 shook her head, and did not open the black dismal- 
 looking gate. I made a speech in reply, of persua- 
 sive eloquence, but the noes had it, and her daughter 
 finished the discussion, by acting as interpreter, and 
 " rising to explain," that the proprietor had sent 
 orders from abroad, " if his most intimate friend ap- 
 phed for admission, to refuse it." This was unan- 
 swerable, so leaving the place to " blush unseen," 
 we proceeded to enjoy a stroll in the beautiful park 
 of Castle Leod, which belonged to the Earls of Cro- 
 marty, and has descended by inheritance to the 
 present owner, Mrs. Hay Mackenzie. We passed 
 under the shadow of a splendid Spanish chesnut, the 
 stem as straight as a pillar, measuring eighteen feet 
 circumference, at five feet from the ground. It has 
 luckily fallen into good hands, as we saw no cutting 
 or maiming of forests here, and there is quite an ex- 
 hibition of trees in every variety, which might gain 
 a prize at any show. 
 
272 CASTLE LEOD. 
 
 The very aged house is built on the model of 
 every old Scottish castle, v^ith the turrets and pinna- 
 cles looking like vinegar cruets, and over the door of 
 entrance are the family arms emblazoned on stone. 
 This place has been these many seasons the annual 
 resort of sportsmen, to whom it is let " unfurnished ;" 
 but I was amused to hear that some years ago, a 
 nobleman of very large fortune took the almost 
 empty house, and finding in it a couple of bedsteads 
 and some wooden chairs more than had been bar- 
 gained for, he bravely resolved to rough it for the 
 season, without adding another article of furniture. 
 It is amusing to see how those who are born and 
 bred in luxury delight occasionally to throw it off, 
 while the whole race of nouveaux riches, abigails, 
 and valets, live in perpetual anxiety about their little 
 comforts, and feel aggrieved by the most trifling 
 temporary deficiency. The water-drinkers at Strath- 
 peifer, flocked over to witness the splendour of Castle 
 Leod, now that it was once more the residence of an 
 earl ; and his lordship frequently amused himself, by 
 accompanying in person a party of lions from one 
 empty room to another, opening the doors with per- 
 fect gravity, as if he thought them all in the highest 
 state of perfection, while the strangers were in a 
 most comical state of perplexity what to say, or 
 how to put a polite face on their astonishment. 
 
 A gentleman visiting at one of our principal 
 Highland residences some time since, personated the 
 
FALLS OF ROGIE. 273 
 
 butler for a frolic, and conducted a party of strangers 
 round the house and pictures, telling all sorts of absurd 
 stories and traditions composed extempore ; at length 
 he concluded this rather mifair jest, by throwing open 
 a door leading into the luncheon room, and taking his 
 seat at table, leaving the unfortunate "lions" planted 
 at the door, while he exclaimed with a laugh, " here 
 
 are Lord and Lady , the present proprietors!" 
 
 This morning we drove to the Falls of Rogie, 
 reckoned so like those of Tivoh, that we need 
 scarcely now go to Italy. After a few dry days, 
 the cascade was so low, I might almost have count- 
 ed the drops ; but the surrounding sceneiy is charm- 
 ing, and a light rustic bridge, crossing over the very 
 face of the fall, has a striking effect. From thence 
 we proceeded to one of the most lovely bits of lake 
 sceneiy that can by possibility be conceived. A 
 gentleman in the neighbourhood, when surprised 
 once by the re-appearance of an English friend, who 
 had been in the West Indies for sixteen years, asked 
 what had brought him to Scotland again, to which 
 the stranger replied, " What but to see Loch Achilty 
 once again!" I only wonder he could remain 
 avray so long ! The lake is quite a little natural 
 curiosity, of luxuriance and beaut)-', as blue and still 
 as a piece of porcelain china, encircled by a ring of 
 mountains which are clothed to their summits in 
 birch and fir, while every wooded hill thrusts a 
 long elbow into the water. High bare scalps of rock 
 24 
 
274 DINGWALL. 
 
 are visible here and there, hke great imcuUivated sav- 
 ages peeping over into civihzed hfe, and in the most 
 romantic spot of all this lovely scene stands a cottage ! 
 such a cottage ! ! — ^build one according to your most 
 romantic fancy anywhere, and the situation can never 
 be excelled ! " I sav^ it but a moment, and methinks 
 I see it yet !" 
 
 A bishop of Ossory once remarked, that Ding- 
 wall, to which we next proceeded, greatly resembles 
 Jerusalem, and pointed out a hill, the exact coun- 
 terpart of Mount Calvary. In this neighbourhood 
 are some enchanting drives, particularly in the di- 
 rection of Tulloch Castle, an elegant residence, 
 magnificently situated amidst a forest of trees, above 
 the Cromarty Frith. Some miles beyond we saw" No- 
 var, a modern house in the Grecian style, surrounded 
 by a wide unbroken expanse of magnificent wood, and 
 where a fine collection of foreign pictures is most 
 liberally shown to the public, though, imfortunately, 
 w^e did not hear of this Highland Louvre or Vatican 
 till too late. Fowlis, belonging to Sir Hector 
 Monro, is said to contain as many windows as there 
 are days in the year, though I observed only enough 
 to make a month. This place has been deserted ever 
 since the calamitous death of Lady Monro, drowned 
 along with her maid when bathing some years ago. 
 Their cries for help were distinctly heard, but the 
 servants had been so strictly prohibited from passing 
 in that direction, that none had the presence of mind 
 
INVERGORDON. 275 
 
 to venture until too late. A lawsuit is now in process, 
 whether the present proprietor's only daughter, or the 
 heir-male to a dynasty of eight centuries, shall inherit 
 this "very desirable tenement," which is well worth 
 contestino". The trees might be a fortune in them- 
 selves, and it is said the lives of those that remain de- 
 pend upon the issue of this plea, as the law did not en- 
 tail them on the heir male, and many of these forest 
 chiefs have already fallen victims to the axe. 
 
 At Invergordon is a fine pier, protected by two 
 curious abrupt points of land, called the Souters of 
 Cromarty, which throw themselves out from oppo- 
 site sides of the bay, like serpents, with their heads 
 almost meeting. Their proximity would remind 
 you of the Scottish battle-cry, " Shouther to shou- 
 ther." This forms a land-locked basin, where the 
 whole navy of Great Britain might ride out a sweep- 
 ing blast from the wildest wind in the compass. 
 
 Tarbet House, the modern residence of Mrs. 
 Hay Mackenzie, has nothing in its appearance to 
 make a song about. Though externally gay and 
 attractive, with an appearance of common-place 
 modern comfort, it is unfit to hold a candle to Cas- 
 tle Leod. The finest residence in this neighbour- 
 hood is not in the habit of being shown, but we got 
 a glimpse of Balnagown, belonging to Sir Charles 
 Ross, with a modern addition a la Gillespie, not yet 
 finished inside, but the abbey-like appearance of which 
 is a curious contrast to the old Scotch castle, looking as 
 
276 BALNAGOWN. 
 
 if it had once belonged to the army, and had now taken 
 orders. It stands in a noble park, and commands a 
 wide expanse of the Cromarty Frith. Here you have 
 
 room to bieathe, and we stood on A 's favourite 
 
 position for taking a bird's-eye view, — the top of the 
 house, — whence we admired a fine comprehensive 
 landscape of wood, water, and hills, tastefully scatter- 
 ed, and showinor each other off to the best advantao-e. 
 Several of the family pictures at Bain ago wn are 
 very interesting. One which attracted much of our 
 attention, represented Sir William Gordon taking 
 leave of his wife and seven children, previous to go- 
 ing abroad, the whole party being drowned in tears ! 
 An odd moment to choose for sitting, and certainly 
 not a happy one ! Matthews used to exhibit seven 
 different ways of laughing, and here may be seen 
 as many styles of weeping ! One of the young la- 
 dies, who was evidently handsome, afterwards be- 
 came Countess of Cromarty. A veiy striking picture 
 is here, by Sir Peter Lely, representing the Duke of 
 Monmouth as a boy, with his mother, the celebrated 
 Lucy Waters, quite worthy of her reputation for 
 beauty. We admired much "the bonny Earl of 
 Moray," reckoned the greatest Adonis in his day, 
 who looks as if he thouo'ht himself so. His last 
 words, when he was slain among the rocks at Doni- 
 bristle, by Lord Huntley, are a curious record of 
 personal vanity strong even in death, " You have 
 spoiled a better face than your own !" 
 
TAIN. 277 
 
 Next in the gallery hangs a faded but pleasing 
 portrait, by Sir Joshua Reynolds, of Sir John Lock- 
 hart Ross, who began life as a fifth son, and suc- 
 ceeded eventually to the estate, which you will call 
 " a melancholy piece of good fortune." We ad- 
 mired extremely a full length portrait of Mrs. Lewis 
 Mackenzie, by Raeburn, though, like most of his 
 pictures, the very dark heavy shadows he has thrown 
 over the eyes, perfectly burying them in shade, give 
 a weeping melancholy expression to the counte- 
 nance, and the draperies cling as if they were wet. 
 Sir Henry Raebm-n is said to have been the only boy 
 educated at Heriot's Hospital who ever afterwards 
 distinguished himself. We observed a grotesque old 
 chimney-piece at Balnagown, with the family arms, 
 modelled in coloured stucco, besides initials and va- 
 rious zoological devices, like those carried about by 
 the image boys in London. The date was 1670. 
 
 Near Tain we remarked some of the best agri- 
 culture in Scotland, and were told that Mr. Ross 
 Rose, a great proprietor here, had taken his whole 
 estate into his own hands, and after improving the 
 farms to their utmost capability, is now letting them 
 at an augmented rent to the best tenants. I saw so 
 many ploughs going in one field, that the effect was 
 like a ploughing match, but his farming establish- 
 ment is now reduced to only forty pairs of horses ! 
 Every field for several miles is trimmed round with 
 luxuriant hedges of thorn and beech, clipped anc^ 
 24* 
 
578 TAIN. 
 
 dressed as if they belonged to a garden, and the 
 road is overhung with laburnums and other flowering 
 shrubs, instead of the " stone hedges," Dr. Johnson 
 complains of, which some proprietors prefer, because 
 they take less room and no nourishment. 
 
 When the Highlanders first observed the march 
 of civil government into their own wild fastnesses, 
 an expression of angry consternation became gen- 
 eral, " the law has got to Tain!" but it might have 
 reminded them of old times, to have seen the Goth- 
 ic Church there, which was forsaken for a barn-hke 
 edifice of larger dimensions. The state of this ven- 
 erable building at present is perfectly unique. The 
 roof is entire, but a scene of desolation reigns with- 
 in, quite beyond description — and you would imag- 
 ine that some drunken brawl, or O. P. riot had taken 
 place there before it was deserted. Pews are torn 
 up by the roots and scattered in fragments on the 
 aisles, galleries hanging in splinters, the curtains in 
 tatters, the windows broken and partly built up, the 
 tombs defaced, the pulpit stair a mere wreck, and the 
 sacred desk itself tottering towards the ground. You 
 might fancy that a destructive army of soldiers had 
 laid it waste not an hour ago, but this has been its 
 situation these many years, for the whole place is 
 encrusted with dust and festooned with cobwebs. 
 We were quite scandalized to see this venerable 
 church in so disreputable a condition. There are 
 traces yet remaining, however, of departed magnifi- 
 
TAIN. 279 
 
 cence. The principal pew, with pillars on each side 
 and a canopy above, is of carved oak, gilded like 
 the frame of a mirror. The galleries have once 
 been painted in brilhant colom'S, representing badges 
 of all the different trades at Tain, wheat-sheaves 
 for the bakers, and scissors for the tailors, which 
 were necessary hieroglyphics in old times for those 
 who could neither read nor write. The only objects 
 Ave saw not in this pitiable state of decay, were a 
 large black velvet pall, which lay in a heap at one 
 corner of the chm'ch, and two modern white mar- 
 ble tombs, the first commemorating the old clergy- 
 man w^ho last preached from this forsaken pulpit, 
 and the other in memory of Mrs. Ross Rose, who, 
 at the early age of twenty-seven, suddenly dropped 
 dow^n dead, when preparing medicines for a sick and 
 indigent family. A marble figure is sculptured on 
 one side of the tablet in an attitude of meditation, 
 and a kneeling child opposite, while underneath we 
 observed an inscription, expressing all that grief 
 could dictate, to attract the sym.pathy and respect 
 of strangers. On the external wall of this church 
 are some curious old coats-of-arms and images, 
 nearly obliterated with age ; but one of the effigies 
 had lately a most amusing adventure, as a worthy 
 magistrate at Tain thought it a good plan for im- 
 mortalizing his own physiognomy, to have this old 
 saint metamorphosed into a likeness of himself, and 
 accordingly Bailie Ross called in a sculptor and 
 
280 TAIN. 
 
 caused his own magisterial features to be duly 
 copied for the occasion. Unfortunately, after the 
 transformation was accomplished, and the city of 
 Tain had been entertained for years with admiring 
 this modern antique, it one day fell prostrate, break- 
 ins^ throuo^h the arch of a burial vault, and when 
 we looked down, amidst crumbling coffins and 
 human bones there lay the broken image of the 
 aspiring Bailie Ross, w^hom I shall certainly make a 
 point of never forgetting. The good people of 
 Tain behave rather unhandsomely to the dead, hav- 
 ing no scruple apparently in elbowing them out of 
 their own tomb-stones. I found here an ancient 
 tablet, where, instead of refreshing the original 
 name and date, as Old Mortality did, one half of the 
 inscription has been allowed to remain, setting forth 
 the virtues of an individual deceased a hundred 
 years since, but his own designation was erased, and 
 the stone chiselled an inch deep, w^ith the name of 
 a Mrs. Janet Monro, wife of Alexander Monro of 
 Tain, who died in 1839. The good lady may have 
 been tolerably honest during her life, but this is the 
 only instance I know of a posthumous theft. It. 
 might positively be actionable, if either plaintiff or 
 defendant could be summoned into court. 
 
 Our progress from Tain was delayed, owing to 
 all the horses having been bespoke for the funeral 
 of a respectable old lady, going thirty-live miles off, 
 and after breakfast our landlady burst into the room 
 
TAIN. 2S1 
 
 with intelligence, that she had secured a window 
 for me, to see the procession ! I did not expect 
 much, but the worthy landlady favoured me with 
 her own society and remarks on the occasion, which 
 gave the affair a perfectly new aspect. The idea of 
 all her own post-horses being in requisition at once, 
 excited her most reverential admiration, besides 
 which we counted eight gigs, one post-chaise, two 
 Irish cars, one phaeton, the hearse, and several per- 
 sons on horseback ! No higher pitch of human 
 grandeur at Tain could be reached ! From the im- 
 mediate subject of her thoughts, our landlady's con- 
 versation digressed to the recent death of the 
 Duchess-Countess of Sutherland, when she spoke in 
 raptures of admiration respecting a most beautiful ad- 
 dress of condolence from the Scottish corporation in 
 London, to the Duke, which appeared that morning 
 in the Inverness Courier, adding, that she had locked 
 it up, thinking if ever her sons were writing to friends 
 in distress, they could not do better than copy it out I 
 We plodded on very comfortably for some time 
 after leaving Tain, and trotted leisurely down hill 
 towards a bridge, near one side of which, in a flat 
 cultivated field, lay an enormous black whin stone, 
 about fifty feet round. It looked like a prodigious 
 haggis or some huge ungainly animal prostrate 
 beside the highway ; but whatever our horse mistook 
 it for, he suddenly sprung aside, threw his fore-feet 
 over the opposite parapet, and struggled violently 
 
282 TAIN. 
 
 to leap over. I have a confused recollection of 
 tearing down the apron, and springing beyond the 
 
 carriage-wheel to the ground. A did the same, 
 
 and when we looked round an instant afterwards, 
 the carriage and horse had entirely vanished. I 
 felt for a moment as if the roof of my head had 
 flown off! Having at length summoned courage 
 to take a glance over the parapet, and ascertain 
 the worst, I saw our vehicle lying upside down on 
 a bank beneath, and our traitor of a horse strug- 
 gling in the shafts, while a crowd of women, who had 
 assembled so rapidly, they seemed to have grown 
 out of the ground, were using their utmost efforts 
 
 to assist A in righting the whole equipage. 
 
 Meantime I sat down to recover from the shock of 
 my impromptu descent, while a venerable grey haired 
 man, like a missionary, came up to me, making many 
 suitable reflections. No one canimagine how much 
 real kindness and sympathy there are in the world till 
 they be needed, and with my senses perfectly scat- 
 tered by the adventure, it seemed quite providential 
 that a person so able and willing to direct my thoughts 
 in an appropriate channel, should be on the spot. 
 Before we had time to fix on any plan for proceed - 
 ing towards Dornoch, a gig drove up, the proprietor 
 of which stopped on observing the disabled state of our 
 equipage, and obligingly offered us the use of his own. 
 Gigs were by no means in fashion with me now, but 
 our new friend was so persevering in his offers of ser- 
 
TAIN. 283 
 
 vice, that it ended in A walking to the ferry, two 
 
 miles off, and the stranger's driving me there, though 
 I could not but commiserate my own case, in being 
 obliged to trust to any four-legged animal again. 
 
 Some days afterwards A transmitted an ac- 
 count of our accident to the Provost of Tain, suggest- 
 ing that the great stone should be tried by a Court 
 Martial and broke, as the lives of Her Majestj^'s 
 lieges were endangered by so formidable looking an 
 object near the highroad; but an answer arrived 
 by return of post, stating, that the said stone was a 
 great geological curiosity, a special favom^ite with 
 scientific men, and that sixty years ago our corres- 
 pondent's own mother had nearly been killed by 
 her horse taking fright on the same spot, but he 
 could then obtain no redress. A suggestion was 
 made, at that time, to cut up this wonderful phe- 
 nomenon into mile-stones, but the town of Tain 
 rose in arms against so flagrant a proposition; and, 
 in short, eveiy traveller's bones may be broken 
 rather than this illustrious rock, — but it would be 
 desirable that the horses in that neighbourhood 
 should learn better notions of geology. 
 
 If you are fond of our Scotch dish, " hotch- 
 potch," my letters may often bring it to your mind, 
 and the phrenological world would see more " casu- 
 alty" than " concentrativeness" in these new " Lights 
 and Shadows of Scottish Life." At book-clubs 
 now, to judge from the works we see most in de- 
 
^84 TAIN. 
 
 mandj nothing appears to excite so much general 
 interest at present, as the hfe and adventures of 
 highwaymen, the more daring and atrocious the 
 better; but I hope you will be satisfied, in this long 
 web of a letter, to read a few highway incidents, 
 though not seasoned, unluckily, with anything in 
 the robbery and murder line. I thought, when paper 
 currency ceased in England, and we were all obliged 
 to carry gold on our travels, that the race of Turpins 
 and Jack Sheppards w^ould have revived ; and now 
 that the days of knight-errantry are restored in the 
 higher circles, perhaps the lower orders, in reading 
 the spirited descriptions of times gone by, may be 
 fired with emulation to imitate those heroes of the 
 road, who are so eloquently held up as objects of in- 
 terest and admiration to all classes. Such works seem 
 on the whole, mere lessons of depravity, especially as 
 the pill is gilded w^ith a great deal of wit and humour. 
 Now^ that we are about to visit some friends in 
 the neighbourhood, I must draw my lucubrations to 
 a close, that the letter-carrier may " stand and deli- 
 ver" at your door in due time. Perhaps you may 
 give a hit at my loquaciousness, as Sydney Smith 
 did once to a certain young lady, who had become 
 very fluent on the subject of an author's drollery and 
 humour, remarking, that his book was filled with 
 flashes of wit, when he looked sternly at his talka- 
 tive companion, saying, " I sometimes prefer flashes 
 of silence." 
 
 THE END. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Page 
 
 Aird Lamont, 
 
 
 . 
 
 50 
 
 Appin, 
 
 
 
 
 109 
 
 Ardgower, 
 
 . 
 
 . 
 
 
 114 
 
 ArdvoJser Bay, 
 
 . 
 
 . 
 
 
 IGl 
 
 Arisaig, 
 
 . 
 
 . 
 
 
 15G 
 
 Argyle, Duke of 
 
 
 . 
 
 
 63-71 
 
 Argyleshire, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 117 
 
 Cottages of, 
 
 . 
 
 
 86 
 
 Armidale Castle, 
 
 Portraits at, 
 
 
 162 
 
 
 
 First Lord of the Isles, 
 
 163 
 
 
 
 , Sir James Macdonald, 
 
 164 
 
 Arran Mountains, 
 
 
 50 
 
 Auchnacarry, 
 
 
 
 
 142 
 
 Balmacarra, 
 
 
 
 
 200 
 
 Balnagown, 
 
 
 . 
 
 
 275 
 
 Barmore, 
 
 
 
 
 53 
 
 Beauly Priory, 
 
 
 , 
 
 
 257 
 
 Benavie, 
 
 
 
 
 152 
 
 Ben Cruachan, 
 
 
 ; 
 
 
 79 
 
 Ben Nevis, 
 
 
 . 
 
 
 110 
 
 Brahan Castle, 
 
 
 
 
 260 
 
 Portraits at, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 
 Lord Seaforth, 
 
 
 261 
 
 J) 
 
 Lady 
 
 Seaforih, 
 
 
 261 
 
 
 Georg 
 
 ^e the Third, 
 
 261 
 
 
 Cardinal Richlieu, 
 
 261 
 
 
 Duchess of Cleveland, , 
 
 261 
 
 Broadford, 
 
 . 
 
 . 
 
 169 
 
 Bute, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 41 
 
 Kyles of, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 Caledonian Canal, 
 
 
 
 
 137 
 
 Camerons of Loc 
 
 hiel, 
 
 
 
 
 139 
 
 Campbells, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 
 51 
 
 Castle Leod, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 
 271 
 
 Cave in Island o 
 
 fEigg, 
 
 
 
 
 185 
 
 Cawdor Castle, 
 
 
 
 
 
 234 
 
 King D 
 
 mean's 
 
 room where murdered, 
 
 237 
 
 Lord Lovat's cc 
 
 mcealment, 
 
 239 
 
 Chisholm, The 
 
 
 . 
 
 244 
 
 Grave of, 
 
 
 
 
 246 
 
 25 
 
344 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Pa^e 
 
 Chieftain of Macintosh, 
 
 Chieftain of Locheil, 
 
 Christian profession 
 
 Clans, 
 
 Coran Ferry 
 
 Coruisk, 
 
 Coul, 
 
 Dalmallv, 
 
 Dark Mile, 
 
 Deep Well, 
 
 Dingwall, 
 
 Dochfol^r, 
 
 Druid's Stone, 
 
 Drumnadrochit, 
 
 Dunolly Castle, 
 
 Dunstaffnage Castle, 
 
 English Clergyman's Cotta 
 
 Erchless Castle, 
 
 Fall of Foyers, 
 
 Falls of Rogie, 
 
 Fort William, 
 
 Gaelic, 
 
 Glencoe, 
 
 Glenfinnan, 
 
 Glengarry, 
 
 Glen Shell, 
 
 Glen Urquhart, 
 
 Gordon of Cluny. 
 
 Highland Proprietors 
 
 Tenantry, 
 
 Attachment of ditto, 
 
 Lairds, . 
 
 Forests, . 
 Invergordon, 
 Inverary, approach to, 
 
 Inn, 
 
 Town-crier of, 
 
 Castle of 
 
 Entrance Hall of, 
 
 Castle, Portraits c 
 „ M 
 
 iss Bellenden, 
 Miss Gunning, 
 Duke of Argyll, 
 Marquis of Argyll, 
 Mrs. Gunning, 
 Lady Charlotte Bury 
 Duke of Hamilton, 
 
 Invermcrriston. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 345 
 
 Page 
 
 Inverlochy Castle, 
 
 . 
 
 
 , 
 
 131 
 
 Inverness, 
 
 
 
 
 230 
 
 Inverniel, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 53 
 
 Isle of Sky, . 
 
 
 
 
 159 
 
 Hospitality c 
 
 )f/ 
 
 
 
 192 
 
 Food of, 
 
 
 
 
 194 
 
 Waste land of, 
 
 
 
 195 
 
 Cottages of. 
 
 
 
 
 196 
 
 Kean's Cottage, 
 
 
 
 
 37 
 
 Kilchurn Castle, 
 
 
 
 
 82 
 
 Killichrist Church, 
 
 
 
 
 259 
 
 Kiliavuck, 
 
 
 
 
 243 
 
 Loch Awe, 
 
 
 
 
 81-89 
 
 Loch Arcaig, 
 
 
 
 
 144 
 
 Loch Fyne, 
 
 
 
 
 52 
 
 Loch Linhe, 
 
 
 
 
 104 
 
 Loch Scavaig, 
 
 
 
 
 18G 
 
 Loch Ness, 
 
 
 
 
 220-229 
 
 Lochalsh, 
 
 
 
 
 198 
 
 elegant Yacht at, 
 
 
 
 207 
 
 Lochiel, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 145 
 
 Lord Cranstoun's Cottage, 
 
 
 
 157 
 
 Maclean, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 • . 106 
 
 Macdonald, . 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 166 
 
 Macgregors, . 
 
 
 
 
 88 
 
 M'lnnes, 
 
 
 
 
 170 
 
 McMillan's Cottage 
 
 
 
 
 189 
 
 Macraes, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 211 
 
 Monastery of Inishail, 
 
 
 
 81 
 
 Mount Stev/art, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 16 
 
 Approach to, - 
 
 
 17 
 
 House 
 
 of, 
 
 
 18 
 
 Entrance Hall of, 
 
 
 18 
 
 Gardens of, 
 
 
 28 
 
 Walks 
 
 of, . . . 
 
 34 
 
 Portraits at, 
 
 
 }) 
 
 Duchess of Lauderdal 
 
 2, . 21 
 
 5) 
 
 Lord Bute, 
 
 22 
 
 ); 
 
 Duchess of Orleans, 
 
 23 
 
 ) f 
 
 Rubens, 
 
 23 
 
 
 Lady Jane Douglas, 
 
 23 
 
 )) 
 
 Countess of Percy, 
 
 24 
 
 
 Countess of Lonsdale, 
 
 24 
 
 
 Countess of Macartney 
 
 24 
 
 J, 
 
 Lady M. W. Montagi 
 
 25 
 
 j^ 
 
 Lady M. Menzies, 
 
 2(> 
 
 jj 
 
 Duchess of Queensbu 
 
 ry, . 27 
 
 Muckairn, 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 91 
 
346 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 rage 
 
 Opium Eating, 
 
 
 
 
 30 
 
 Officer's Cottage, 
 
 
 
 
 48 
 
 Ossian's Cave, 
 
 
 
 
 126 
 
 Penimore, 
 
 
 
 
 56 
 
 Poor Beg£2:ar, 
 
 
 
 
 227 
 
 Popish Chapel, 
 
 
 
 
 130 
 
 Prince Charles, 
 
 
 
 
 139 
 
 Prince Charles's Cave, 
 
 
 
 
 183 
 
 Ratachan, 
 
 
 
 
 211 
 
 Roman Catholic Priest, 
 
 
 
 
 253 
 
 Rotliesav, 
 
 
 
 
 9 
 
 Air of, 
 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 Bay of, 
 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 View from Inn of, 
 
 
 
 
 12 
 
 Castle, 
 
 
 
 
 13 
 
 County Jail of. 
 
 
 
 
 15 
 
 Villa near, 
 
 
 
 
 39 
 
 Sailing Vessel, 
 
 
 
 
 160 
 
 Scavaig and Coruisk, 
 
 
 
 
 178 
 
 Scotticisms, 
 
 
 
 
 87 
 
 Sir Alan Cameron, 
 
 
 
 
 138 
 
 South Hall, 
 
 
 
 
 45 
 
 Strath, 
 
 
 
 
 172 
 
 Strathaird's Cave, 
 
 
 
 
 181 
 
 Strathglass, 
 
 
 
 
 245 
 
 Swiss and German Cottages, 
 
 
 
 
 19 
 
 Strathpeffer, 
 
 
 
 
 266 
 
 Invalids at. 
 
 
 
 
 268 
 
 French abigail at, 
 
 
 
 
 270 
 
 Tain, 
 
 
 
 
 277 
 
 Gothic Church at, 
 
 
 
 
 278 
 
 Bailie Pi.oss at, 
 
 
 
 
 279 
 
 Funeral at, 
 
 
 
 
 280 
 
 Whin stone at, . 
 
 
 
 
 281 
 
 Accident at, 
 
 
 
 
 282 
 
 Temple Newsome, . 
 
 
 
 
 19 
 
 Upper servants. 
 
 
 
 
 265 
 
 Urquhart Castle, 
 
 
 
 
 222 
 
 Veto law, 
 
 
 
 
 93 
 
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