Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1852-10-02

ngs, coverings in ruI but large red chair is in good
preservation worked by the fair fingers Of Mary and the
siver-eoth state marriage chair Of herself and Darny
and then we ente red her bedroom mouldy and in taers
are the embro Tered covere and draperes of the bed
which other Sise stands when she last occupied it,
though two strips of blanket only remain upon the
pillow Here all speaks Of her; carved gilt table, and
jewel ,ox brought by herself from France and mirror
in mich had often been reelected her exquisite beauty
ext to this the very small cabinet in which she sat al
supper with poor Rzzo that fatal night and on table
are the rusty helmet, spurs, and gauntles Of Darny
The door by which the conpators entered
into her bedroom, and is scarcely concealed by the
ragged tapestry, shred Of which have as memento
of this oveliest and traduced Of women At the
foot Of the stairway is the grave of the tooscnatng
minstrel upon the plain grey stone Of which laid his
picture obtained in the chapel and deeper interest still
added to it, by touching the boodstas in which, with all
sincerity have entire faith 1t is deeply touching so
sadly is Mary remembered 1t is impossible to have
her everyday abode the things she has touched the ac
tua life of this poor Queen brought before one clothed
in bodily reality without thrilling emotion History is
longer romance but this sad romance now to
vertable history Next to the Castle which is in the
readiness for instant warfare as Stirling apparently
mpregnable in natural defences and scientific sodity
while the same towers, rampars, quadrangles- guns,
killed soldiers and bagppes sauted my delighted eyes
and ears How sorry am not to have lived in the times
of meats knights and drawbridges Hew Charming to
have had the portculis raised with menat-arms and
ances flashing, each time sailed forth upon my spirited
jennet! l live in constant state of enchantment
don't know that you suspect of being romantic; but
even the new world in the nineteenth century has not
destroyed little spot in my nature which would have
dsgraced the days Of the Crusades The room in which
James 9th was born is miseraby small scarcely large
enough for bed indeed all the private apartments ap
pear to be unfit for what this degenerate age should
esteem egal comfort Mary again yisiby present in
the anteroom, in portrait taken before her marriage
fresh and lovely and also o. her son. in the cham
Der; her monogram, and the royal arms on the cell
ing and piece of her oak from Loeb Leven are the only
of her; but looked from the window at
the beautiful yiew thought how often she had gazed
at 1t, with perhaps sad, fearful eyes.
In the armory is shown The rusty claymore the
unerrng weapon Of the redoubable Rob Roy; and Imade
old Highland ccerone blaze up by asking if he really
believed that such person lived OF do
not doubt the actual life of each parsonage in Scott any
than should be skeptca as to the breathing exist
ence of Mrs Nckleby Taddes; and although cannot
exactly say with of friends, that all my know
vertheess that in these ones thoughts and as
sociatons rather with waverley than Hume How can
leave Scotland How say goodbye this land of fairy
romance and stern realities.
LONDON
Yesterday morning, al fire o'clock, had breakfasted
and whrling along the railway for few miles, found
myself at the station to the noble though lon
ger inhabited hall of of the most ancient families in
Scotland was making inquiries to the possibility Of
gratifying my wish to see this fine old place when little
cart came along bringing some boys to school. The
driver said that he from the estate, had aunt
living in Washington, and seeing my intense desire get
to the mansion, offered to take Up jumped, and
on fitting plank logged along for hour, when above
the trees to my impatient eyes the caseated walls
and the old church waited for the old gar
dener, but the field sprang the low
fence and stood by the venerable gothic chapel which,
in good preservation STILL speaks ofthe former spendor of
the family. was familiar with it from pictures and
when the keeper hobbled up to let out gratfed his
family pride by telling him that far away across the
ocean, had read and known the history Of his lord the
Earl of Egntoun The train with my friends came by,
and then on we dashed through mountains villages
almost peepng down the chmneys with ghmpses of parks
and lakes through large towns roaring with furnaces
and dense with smoke distant streak of waving light
which the great German passed picturesque
and formidable castles the necessary protector to
the hamlet crouched at its foot and we sorowfully
few from Scotland. At six o'clock we reached York.
where twenty minutes allowed for dining but had
thought for such luxury; so, followed by the girls
scampered off to have little look at the Anser An
old gentleman kindly pointed the way, and in few mo-
ment. we stood the city WALL gazing with eager eye
upon this exquisite architectural poem. There no
time for any expression of feeling breathessly re-
al. a1 01,n oF 1919.
seats munching, the iron horse again started. On
through green fields, quiet in the soft sunset then the
long grey twilight of this region then came our short
attempts at sleep, aroused from dreams by the flashing
statisn-ghs and startling whistle and through the
night until four o'clock, when in the cool bright morn
ing we once again drove through the streets Of dear
London with the influence still about of the past week.
the memory Of which will indeed be "a JOY forever"