New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-10-12

,}et,yen York and Edinboro' | viii not dctaln
Won long, for .Abbots;ord and Meirose, the most
interesting points upon The road, have been too
lately and too well described by Godfrey Cray
-, ;, to hermit any one else to take up the pencil
rb;ch he has laid down But it is the peculiar
Characteristic of the genius OF Irving to tlnse
nth The color of the rose every thing which, he
touched. and another American may therefore be
hardened for being sadly disappointed IN the stu
alton. the architecture, and every thing belong
ro to the miniature castle Of the Wizard of
The North, Abbotslord is placed upon the side
of the Tweed, "a very pretty stream to trans-At-
laltic eyes, at point where It's course is nearly
staipht, and where the view is very common
phcc. The mansion itself Though rich IN into
rest UPON minute examination at a little distance
presents only a square, box-llkc mass. This
allure of effect arises from the prcttlncss of IT'S
ornaments, which sink into nothing even at the
distance of the rivers width In this, the house
is a fit emblem of the mind of It's much over
ratcd owner-very fascinating and interesting
and delightful in detail, bat utterly devoid OF any
broad or comprehensive aims-a man who made
The erection Of this gingerbread palace the chief
object of his existence, and who records in his
journal that he considered his cordial reception
by the Duke of Wellington as the highest honor
Of his life.
Before reaching the Border, we passed the
field of Chevy Chase so famous in song. An obe-
lisk marks the spot on which tradition tells that
Douglas killed Percy. The old ballad is unsur-
passed by any thing in the language for simple
power and pathos. The Scotch coachman re-
peated with appropriate accent the stanzas de
scribing the catastrophe, and as he warmed with
his subject, his eyes flashed and his voice deep
ened till l could fully appreciate the saying Of
Sir Philip Sidney-that mirror of chivalry--that
he could never hear this grand old ballad, even
sung by blind old chowder IN the streets, with
out feeling his heart lead up as at the sound of
trumpet"
Soon after passing Chevy Chace, upon the top
of lofty ridge we saw fifty miles into Scotland,
and crossed the Border, prolific of song aud sto-
ry, but barren of every thing more substantial.
Crossing the Cheviot Hill, over the heather, the
broom and the gowans and passing through led
bro, we next saw the striking outline of the three
Eildon hills, formerly one, but cloven into three
by that mighty wizard, Michael Scott, from
whom perhaps the still more famous inheritor of
his name derived some Of his magic. The road
now began to follow petty stream, too large for
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what it was called. 1t was Tweed. At the
sound of the name, it at once swcled into
mighty torrent, bearing rich irieghts of haowed
associations. No where can you find more
striking illustration of the power OF genius g to
give beauty to the meanest thing" The po-
cts and novelists of Scotland have made this
river their pet. They have let their imagination
run riot upon It's bare banks, and have conlured
up spirits to people Its solitudes and adom It's ma
kedness Without their fancy, the passing ira
veler would have shrugged his shoulders at the
barren banks and hurried on; while now, among
the pilgrims to the temples of the Tweed were
found at once q Russian, an Italian and an
American
ford and then we will on to Edinboro' The
approach to II well merted George the Fourth's
exclamation, How superb" though the inhabi
tants are lud!crously fond of repeating to stran
gers his royal admiration. For few miles be-
fore reaching the city, the country becomes fiat
and bare, if to set off to still greater advantage
the coming beauties. Then, at sudden turn of
the road around hill, Arlhur's seat looms up III
the ar on the right, with its rocky summit form
cd hike a prancing lion, and making, with the
young mountain under 1t, worthy theme for
England's greatest monarch, Behind these at
another turn, appear Salisbury Craiss, most re-
marllably like our Hudson Palisadoes. with their
perpendicular basalGc cliffs and looking very
homc-hkc. Soon the Cation hill adds to the pic
ture Its monumental columns, and then from the
crowd OF picturesque buildings immediately in
mont rises the old Castle on its insulated rock
When approached this scene it was gilded by
inc setting sun, and It's gorgeous magnihcence
seemed loo brilliant to be real and rcsembled RI.
''iei d VISION from the Arabian Nights than a
mater-ot-iact city of the practical ,nc,ec,t,,
century.
The Cation Hill is studded with monuments
to Barns, Nelson, Dugald Stewart. &c. and tho
cltyis indebted TO its resemblance 10 the Aerono
us (as we'll as to It's own scientific and Etcrarv
prominence for It's title of the Modern Athens
Unluckily this resemblance is made rather too
complete by the fragmentsso g fac-simile Of the
Parthenon, entitled The National Monument, y
Twelve lofty marble columns were reared, and
then the money was exhausted. The fragment
is now picturesque mcmento OF a remarkable
deviation from tho proyerbial Scotch sagaciry
ana foresight, In thus building u house without
ffst counting the cost thereof
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