the springs that rise or to the hills gather there after they had built their and laid their pipes it occurred to them that the place was suitable for once entertained with jovial and public funds the idea led speedily to accomplishment and could soon boast of a pleasure house the was turned into a garden and on the that it from the plain and the sea winds they built a cottage looking to the hills they brought and from old st s which they were then restoring and disposed them on the and over the door and about the garden and the which had supplied them with building material they draped with and with beds of roses so much for the pleasure of the eye for creature comfort they made a cellar in the and fitted it with of the stone in process of time picturesque notes on the trees grew higher and gave shade to the cottage and the sprang up and turned the into a thicket there purple relaxed themselves from the pursuit of ambition cocked hats about the garden and in and out among the drew upon the path and at night from high upon the hills a shepherd saw lighted windows through the foliage and heard the voice of city raised in song the farm is older it was first a of abbey and inhabited by rosy thence after the it passed into the hands of a true blue family during the troubles when a night was held upon the the farm doors stood open till the morning j the was laden with cheese and milk and brandy and the to the pent land hills kept slipping down from the hill between two exercises as couples visit the supper room between two dances of a modern ball in the forty five some from prince s army fell upon in the dawn the great grandfather of the late farmer was then a little child him they awakened by the blankets from his bed and he remembered when he was an old man their looks and uncouth speech the stood full of cream in the and with this they made their in high delight it was said one of them at last they made off laden like with their and farm has lain out of the way of history from that time forward i do not know what may be yet in store for it on dark days when the mist runs low upon the hill the house has a gloomy air as if suitable for private tragedy picturesque notes but in hot july you can fancy nothing more perfect than the garden laid out in and and bright old fashioned flower plots and ending in a miniature all and mo s and and from the sun under of broad foliage the hamlet behind is one of the least considerable of and consists of a few cottages on a green beside a burn some of them a strange thing in scotland are models of internal neatness the beds adorned with the shelves arrayed with plates the floors and tables bright with or and the very kettle polished like silver it is the sign of a contented old age in country places where there is little matter for gossip and no street sights becomes an art and at evening when the cottage interior shines and in the glow of the fire the folds to the j her hands and her finished picture the snow and the wind may do their worst she has made herself a pleasant corner in the world the city might be a thousand miles away and yet it was from close by that mr bough painted the distant view of which has been engraved for this collection and you have only to look at the cut to see how near it is at hand but hills and hill people are not easily and if you walk out here on a summer sunday it is as like as not the shepherd may set his dogs upon you but keep an unmoved countenance they look formidable at the charge but their hearts are in the right place and they will only bark and about you on the grass of their master s forms the north eastern angle of the range thence the off to south and west from the summit you picturesque notes on look over a great expanse of sloping to the sea and behold a large variety of distant hills there are the hills of the hills of the and the more or less in outline more or less blue with distance of the themselves you see a field of wild peaks with a pond gleaming in the midst and to that side the view is as desolate as if you were looking into or to turn to the other is like a piece of travel far out in the shows herself making a great smoke on clear days and spreading her about her for miles the castle rises darkly in the midst and close by arthur s seat makes a bold figure in the landscape all around cultivated fields and woods and smoking villages and white country roads the surface of the land trains crawl slowly abroad upon the railway i to the hills lines little ships are in the the shadow of a cloud as large as a parish travels before the wind the wind itself the wood and standing corn and sends of varying colour across the landscape so you sit like upon and look down from afar upon men s life the city is as silent as a city of the dead from all its � not a voice not a reaches upon the hill the sea surf the cries of the streams and the mill wheels th r birds and the wind keep up an through the plain from farm to farm dogs and contend together in defiance and 