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the fountain is a handsome cupola, supported by a circle of columns. In the middle is a statue of Hygeia, rather roughly executed. By continuing the walk, you arrive at Leithcraggs, which presents an awful view of precipices, shivered rocks, &c. This quarry supplies Edinburgh with that beautiful gray stone, which is used for its edifices.
From that pretty lake called Lochend, is enjoyed a delightful panoramic view of Edinburgh and its environs. Arthur's Seat presents itself like a lion couchant,-Calton topped with its monument is seen at a aistance, and the smoky houses of Auld Reekie are distinguished in the centre of the prospect. From Calton hill the view is more extended, and would be perfect, were not the eye offended by a sight of the gaol and Bridewell, grimly rising from below. The church yard is but a few steps from the hill; the only remarkable monument in it, is that erected to David Hume, the celebrated historian and friend of Rousseau. The body of this great man has been buried at the very margin of the rock. The monument is in the form of a tower, which is placed in a very conspicuous situation. The name of the philosopher is the only inscription; but how much more impressive is such a name, than the senseless panegyrics usually seen on the tombs of the fashionable mob?
Edinburgh has never been celebrated as a place in which the fine arts flourished. I have seen, however, some beautiful paintings at Mr.
Allan's atelier; one of which, called the Press Gang, possesses uncommon merit. The boy who is about to be dragged off by the gang, is represented “ kneeling in speechless agonies:' his mother tries to soften the obduracy of the lieutenant of the horde, by a handful of her well saved treasure, his grandfather sits near the fire, with his trembling hands pressed together, palm against palm-tears roll down his furrowed cheeks—but he appears too weak to participate in the general bustle. The old man's wife contemplates his face in silent anguish-she exhibits an affecting proof of those endearing ties, which revolving years had strengthened,
" Ties that around the heart are spun,
And will not, cannot be undoné." This distressing picture is rendered still more agonizing, by the obduracy of the filthy dungeon villains,' employed by this beneficent government for the purpose of filling the ships with sailors by that most laudable scheme of impressing
To-morrow morning, I will commence my long dreamt-of pedestrious excursion to the Highlands. I shall require nothing for my journey but a wicker knapsack, a few clothes and books. I have got a coat made on purpose for this tour; it has been made more for convenience than show; being short, with rounded skirts, and pockets large enough to contain all that I cannot cram into the knap
sack. After sailing up the Forth, to Stirling, I will proceed on foot to Loch Katrine, and the scenery described in the Lady of the Lake, where “ boon Nature scatters, free and wild, each plant and flower”-You can easily imagine the delight which such an exquisite treat will afford me. I will indulge my romantic feelings to the utmost in gazing on the
“ Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, and on the other belles horreurs of Perthshire. After this journey, I will pay a visit to Ire. land, and go to London by the way of Liverpool.
** Descriptiones locorum, quæ in his epistolis frequentiores erant, non historicè tantùm, sed propè poeticè prosequi fas est.”
Plin. Epist. Lib. 2d.
Perth, May 1st, 1819. In company with three intelligent Scotcho men, I took my passage on board the Lady of
the Lake steam-boat for Stirling, on the 29th i ult. The banks of the Forth are romantically i mountainous. At Queensferry it suddenly rů contracts to two miles breadth, and as suddenily bulges out again into a sort of bay. Near
Stirling, the Ochill hills adorn the scenery; this whole ridge is of a beautiful green, and affords
excellent pastures for sheep. The Forth serpentines in the most tortuous manner from Alloa to Stirling; which will not appear astonishing, when it is remembered that by land the distance is only 6 miles, whilst by water it is 24.
The castle and town of Stirling are said to exhibit a miniature of the castle and old town of Edinburgh; but, in my opinion, Stirling castle exceeds its metropolitan prototype in the picturesque effect, and the beauty of the surrounding scenery. The view from the esplanade is very fine. The mountains of Argyleshire, of Dumbartonshire, and of Perthshire are seen to the west; to the east stands the metropolis, whilst to the south the river Forth meanders in its tortuous course through a rich and lovely vale. These windings of the river, call up
the idea of some fabled serpent, (says Dr. Graham, *) stretching its enormous volume over an extensive region, not, however, to destroy, but to fertilize; a region which presents to the elevated spectator a picture of plenty, partly the gift of nature, and partly the just mead of industry. I walked through the royal park, which reaches to and surrounds the rock upon which the fortress is situated. As I proceeded, I took a volume of “ Waverley” from my pocket, and read the following interesting passage:
( With a mind more at ease, Waverley could not have failed to admire the mix.
* Sketches of Perthshire.
ture of romance and beauty which renders interesting the scene through which he was now passing—the field, which had been the scene of the tournaments of old--the rock from which the ladies beheld the contest, while each made vows for the success of some favourite knight -the towers of the Gothic church where these vows might be paid—and surmounting all, the fortress itself, at once a castle and a palace, where valour received the prize from loyalty, and knights and dames closed the evening amid the revelry of the dance, the song and the feast: all these were objects fitted to interest a romantic imagination."
Stirling Castle can hold 11,000 men, with 39 pieces of ordnance, 6 pounders. It is built on a basaltic rock, remarkable for its columnated appearance. Scarcely any thing but the castle, seems to deserve attention in Stirlingso that, after a very pleasant walk round the battlements, and after a hearty breakfast, we proceeded à pied in our way to Perth, 38 miles from Stirling. The view of the castle, town and landscape is very fine on the road to Perth. We turned round and saw the glorious radiant outlines of the castle, with its irregular rocks and towers, painted black on the azure canopy of heaven; and in doing so, we felt a delightful sensation in beholding the harmonious blending together of so much earthly and celestial magnificence.
The villages we passed through were not very alluring; the huts are thatched with straw,