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take a last look at it. By some persons it is preferred to Cot* Linn, being equally high, and pouring its waters down, in a more continuous sheet. I own, I am very differently 'impressed: the variety, the breaks, and the spreading out, of the water itself, in Cora Linn, render it much more interesting ;' but when to these I add the effect of all the accompanying circumstances, the cattle, the mill, the very wild rocks, and* woods, I cannot think, that the two scenes will bear any comparison. Here are, indeed, rocks, a'iJ wood, which might be called sublime, were they not near a standard of so much greater sublimity; and, upon the whole, the fall of Stonebyres is too attractive, not to claim the greatest attention from every lover of Nature. It was here, that a friend of mine, incited by an ardent curiosity to observe the picturesque effect of the descending water, waded to a rock in the middle of the stream, on the veiy edge of the fall. Such an experiment could only be tried, when the water was exceedingly low; nor then, but with the most extreme caution, by sliding the feet alternately forward; had they been lifted, in the least degree, from the ground, the force of the rushing stream must have inevitably borne him over the cataract.'

"We have seen a beautiful view of this Fall, from the pencil of that excellent artist Paul Sandby.

Mr. Stoddart followed the course of the Clyde to Hamilton, and thence proceeded by Bothwell Castle, and Blantyre Priory, , to Millheugh on the Calder, the seat of the' late Professrr Millar, who is respectably known in the literary world by hijInquiry into the Origin of the Distinction of Ranks in Society, and by his work on the English Constitution. With this Gentleman, whose loss will ever be lamented by those who were honoured with his intimacy, Mr. Stoddirt says he passed a most agreeable day. Few men, indeed, ever possessed greater powers of pleasing than Mr. Millar; his conversation was recommended by vivacity of thought, fluency of (expression,- and ingenuity of remark; and in his conduct he Was benevolent, friendly, sincere, active, and ingenuous.—Mult'ts tile bon'u fitbiiis sccidit.

Glasgow, with its University and manufactures, next attracted the author's notice; whence he was naturally led to the Towns of Paisley and Renfrew. He then visited Dumbarton Castle •> and pursuing the beautiful vale of Leven, (in which he observed Smollet's monument, erected by his kinsman and .. namesake,) be.arrived at the famous Lochs Lomond and Long. On farther prosecuting his journey in .this direction, he reached Glen Croe :—this is in itself so curious and interesting an object, and it has here introduced to our acquaintance a character so full of simplicity and goodness, that we shall present the account entire to our readers.: . .

« Upon entering Glen Croe, a new scene of savage magnificence is preacutcd, by the bold rocky mountains, which shoot up to the

clouds, clouds, &nd approach so close, as to imprison you between their folds. The Hrrovv bottom of the valley is occupied by a dashing torrent, and the. road is carried along its course, as nearly as the convulsive breaks and rocky fragments will permit. In short, the wildness and sublimity of this scene, which, in general, was on too broad and simple a scale for the pencil, surpassed any thing we had hitherto seen, aad \va> scarcely rivalled, in its own style, until we reached GJen Coe, on the borders of Inverness-shire. At the opening of. the glen, is Ardgarttn, the residence of Campbell, Esq.

of Armidale, a picturesque mansion, appearing, from the lake, delightfully situated. Our curiosity, however, Was more attracted by the wild features of the landscape; and fortunately meeting with a shepherd, who dwelt in the glen, he accompanied us a considerable way, pointing out every thing remarkable, naming the places, describing, and making observations on them, with equal civility, and good sense.

• In consequence of such information, and of my curiosity to explore singular^ scenes, I was led to some, which, as far as I know, have escaped all the picturesque travellers in this lonely spot.l From the appearance of the stream, few people arc induced to quit the road to examine it: yet it affords a remarkable instance of such romantic scenery, as sometimes occurs unexpectedly, in Scotland, among objects which do not seem to promise it. The rocks, lying in its course, consist of fragments, fantastic in form, and vast in magnitude, totn from the sides of the adjoining mountains, and piled confusedly together. Upon a near approach, you find, that the water, forcing its way amongst them, has increased their picturesqueness, by its powerful operation: in pne part ft rushes violently along, tumbling over them iu cascades; in another it is only heard to growl in an inaccessible dungeon below; and in several places it has formed the most extraordinary caverns and excavations. One of these, into which I descended, with my friend Mackenzie, might have passed for the grotto of a naiad, designed with peculiar fancy. At one end the sunbeams, admitted through different apertures, played upon the water; at the other, a small cascade glittered in the gloom: the sides were wrought into various odd forms by the whirlpools, and in one part, a natural chair was scooped out of the rock.

'The day began to wear away, as we pursued our journey, and being somewhat fatigued, we called at a lonely cottage, a little distance from the road, to procure, if possible, some refreshment. We were agreeably surprised to find, that it was the residence of William Gibb, the shepherd, who had so obligingly directed us, in the morning; and he, on his part, seemed delighted to entertain ua with the best fare his cottage could afford. Whilst his wife was busied in preparing it, he sat, surrounded with his children, on the green, before his door, and conversed very intelligently on his own situation, and on the objects around him. "The glen," said he, "was not always so deserted as it now appears. At yonder height, in the mountain, are traces of cultivation, in a spot, inaccessible to the plough, and which, consequently, must have been wrought by the fcand. On that other eminence are the remains of a ibieTmg> to which

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in the warm months a whole family resorted, with their cattle, and returned to the lower grounds against winter. But all these things," added he, " were when this country was inhabited." The observation was simple, but forcible. The system of farming, which now prevaiL over almost the whole of the Highlands, necessarily annihilates the population ; and this part of the empire seems to be converted into a mere 6heep-walk for the rest. I will not pretend to say, that this partial evil, in modem politics, is not compensated by the prevalence of manufactures, and other employments, in the more populous parts of the empire; but still it is an evil to the places where it prevails. The love of society is an appetite to the human mind; and we feel a sense of privation, when we behold whole regions depopulated. This was the feeling of an amiable nobleman, who told his factors, that he would rather see one human being, on his estates, than a hundred sheep; but the general prevalence of a system supported by pecuniary profit, will overcome the exertions of an individual: and if population is to be equalized, it must be by equalizing the distribution of employments. Manufactures, perhaps too numerous in the Lowlands, must be introduced into the Highlands; with their aid, agriculture will be enabled to make a more rapid progress; but it is in vain to expect any great political advantage, while private interests, and natural causes are in opposition to it To return to the hospitable shepherd. As soon as the refreshment was prepared, we entered his cottage, which was as poor as the generality of Highland huts, built mostly with divots, a kind of turf, and thatched with brackens, or long fern; but the "gude wife" had very neatly served up some curds and milk, whey, butter, cheese, a"nd oat-cake. Thus poorly situated, upon an income, which at the utmost amounted to 14/. or 15/. a year, lived the shepherd, his wife, and 6cven children, in a hut scarcely able to keep out the rain, even during the summer, and in the midst of one of the wildest glens in Scotland, inhabited by only two or three cottagers; yet he seemed tranquil, contented, and even happy; and his chief complaint was the want of opportunity to educate his children.

* I left this worthy man, with admiration: and winding my tedious way up the glen, at length reached the summit, called Rett and be Thankful, from an inscription carved by the makers of this military road in 1748- Here, a green scat, near the twenty-ninth milestone, is no disagreeable place of repose, to the wearied traveller, after a fatiguing ascent, and affords him a good view of the vale, with the zig-zag road, which he has just climbed. Notwithstanding the height is so considerable, the glen, which turns to the right, is watered by a lake, called Lochan Restal, and closely shut in by prediprtotis rocky mountains. Among the cliffs is heard a remarkable cclio; 3'id several small torrents rush down their sides. One of these, called the Eagle's Burn, is frequented by those birds: they ire of a large, grey kind: 1 saw t--.o of them hovering about the mountain tops; and was told, th.;t they had been known to fly more than 1 ii'.:!» ;. .vo.s the- glen, wit'' < latnb in their talons. T'li' '«ad il'*t>.'*:id» from her.a:, acci >:.;•.: ■.,' by small cascades, whi.h. arc fed from the lake; a:ii tu:n:ifg 0.1 the left, enters the

green, preen, but bleak, and unvaried vale of Glen Kinglas. Mr. Gilpin has unaccountably reversed the characters of Glen Croe, and this vale: it presents none of the ruggedness so observable in the former, and is equally destitute of wood, until you approach its opening, on the banks of Loch Fyne.'

The Lochs Fyne, Awe, and Etivc, were then visited by the author; who concludes his first volume with an account of Mull and Staffa.

Our limits prevent us from dwelling on the contents of the second volume, which likewise presents us with much that is amusing: but, as we have travelled over the same ground lately in company with an intelligent lady, Mrs. Murray *, our readers will have less reason for regretting our silence on this part of Mr. Stoddart's tour. The line of the Fotts, the Murray Firth, the Banks of the Spey, and the Middle Highland Road, including in it the romantic scenery of Glen Tilt, Blair Athol, Killicrankie, Faskalie, and Dunkeld, have been frequently described, and are here enumerated in their order. The counties of Stirling and Fife, the vicinity of the Tweed, Strath Earne, and Loch Tay, then engage and occupy for a considerable time the attention of the author.—From this part of the work, we transcribe the short account of the ruined Tower of Gilnockie, and with it must terminate our extracts:

* The whole road from hence to the border is beautifully diversified with gentle eminences and declivities, well clothed with trees, and enriched with seats, villages, and hamlets. Among these may be noticed Irvine, the residence of Captain Maxwell, a neat villa, designed by Holland, and situated on the banks of the Esk, near the, mouth of a small stream, called the Tauras. The most interesting object, however, is the ruined tower of Gilnockie, which receives importance from the story of Johnie Armstrong, the most popular of all the border-chiefs. Something, perhaps, is to be attributed to the partiality of his poetical historian; but there can be little doubt, that even these licentious plunderers had their amiable and heroic qualities, which gave dignity to their conduct, and insured the attachment of their followers. Nor, perhaps, was it a very sound policy, 'ti the Scottish monarch, to deprive himself of the services of a Lardy and numerous body of men, habitually hostile to that power, which he had most to fear. In reading the old ballad, we instinctively join in the admiration of Johnie's splendour, and liberality; we participate his generous indignation, against the treacherous king, and his tender recollections of his son and brother; nor while we contemplate this roofless and deserted pile, can we help being struck with his dying exclamation:

'• Farewell, my bonie Gilnock Hall,
Where on Esk syde thou standest stout!

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Gif I had lived but seven yelrs mair,
I wad haif gilt thee round about."
Not far from this, the Liddel, falling into the Esk, marks tie
boundary of the two countries; and the road continues, within the
English border, by Longtown to Carlisle.'

The volumes are concluded with some remarks on the general principles of taste; in which, we think, the author is not more fortunate than in his dedication and preface. We meet with a number of hard words, in themselves scarcely intelligible, but in their present combination and arrangement conveying no idea whatsoever to our minds.

This elegant work is embellished with thirty-five pleasing views; all of which, Ipweyer, are not of equal merit, cither in the design or in the execution. The views of Fingal's Cave, Kenmare, and Cullean Castle, (the seat of the Earl of Cassilis,) are among the best in the collection. ^ -t>

Art. VII. Life of Bonaparte, First Consul of France, from his Birth to the Peace of Luneville: to which are added, an account of his, remarkable Actions, Replies, Speeches, and traits of Character. With Anecdotes of his different Campaigns. Translated from the French. 8vo. pp. 410. 8s. Boards. Robinsons. 1802.

't'his compilation appears to be one of those works with ■* which the press daily teems, and the chief object of which is to render public curiosity a source of individual pecuniary advantage. The author does not seem to be emulous of establishing a titte to public regard on the basis of honorable fame: but, it he can furnish amusement for an idle hour, if the pretty trifler, the fashionable lounger, and the family party, purchase and commend his book, the rewards which he seeks will be obtained. Hits rrtiscent superis.—A luminous and yet a concise account of the campaigns of Bonaparte, and a full detail of his political achievements, would be a valuable present: but the pages beT fore us can boast only the merit of relating some anecdotes and traits which had escaped other writers. If the author's hero be no longer viewed as the saviour of oppressed nations, the subverter of antichrist, the restorer of Palestine to the descendants of its antient race, and the harbinger of arts and polished manners among the barbarians of the East,—if the period of this jejune enthusiasm be past, and if his name have ceased to command devotion and regard,—he still excites lively interest; his power inspires dread; his talents and his perseverance command respect; his future measures are regarded with apprehension; the destinies of Europe seem to be placed in his hands; and on the conduct which he thinks proper to pursue, will depend its agitation or its repose, and the happiness^

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