The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-04-04
Am American I'm Scotland.
correspondence Of the Boston Globe.

EDINBURGH, February, 1872.
Some FIVE or six years ago, being i'll New
York, strolled into some theatre on Broad
way, where they were playing Bouccaut's
Heart Of Mid-Lothian," founded on SCOTS
novel of that name. Dust as the rise of the
curtain, discovered scene representing the
old part of Edinburgh, with its many-storied
houses by night the windows all abluze, us
seen from the new town. Picturesque
enough, ! thought, but u scenic eNaggera-
ton. My first actual view of" Aud Reellie,"
presented the same scene, for as I alighted
at my hotel on Princes street, in the early
evening, saw, looking across the Nor-loch,
the same massive piles of buildings, with
their Jagged profile, including the singular
and beautiful crown-shaped steeple Of st.
Giles, and myriads of lights gittering, tier
above tier, from innumerable windows.
The curious contrast Of the old and the
new forms most attractive element in the
physical character Of the famous old city Of
the Stuarts, fitting theatre for the dramatic
vicissitudes of the career of that unfortunate
nce. Familiarity with the city does not pro.
duce the proverbial results. Established
here for months, find daily some fresh mat
ter Of interest when ] take respite from the
studies that brought me hither, and indulge
pie. But for the accent might fancy my
In character to our own people. They are to
Great Britain and the rest of the world what
New Englanders are to the United States
and the universe. They exhibit the same
shrewdness, energy, intellect, self-denial,
PERSEVERANCE, and religious spirit. If you
find them In offices Of trust and profit every
where, it is because they are the right men
In the right place. Aud with all their cau-
ton and GOODNESS, no people are more gene
rous and hospitable. There is no society
more refined and agreeable than that of
Edinburgh when you have once won your
way into the charmed circle.
Not fur from my hotel is the elegant monu-
ment erected to the memory of Sir Walter
Scott. one of the most felicitous attempts of
modern architect to reproduce the exquisite
effects of forid medieval Gothic. Under the
canopy is SteePs marble statue Of "good Sir
Walter" representing the "Ariosto OF the
North !, in sitting posture, with bis iaVorlte
dog Bevis crouching at his feet.
Let us step into the Antiquarian Museum
In the Royal Institution for ! moment. One
can while away an hour among the anuqni,
ties very agreeably. Here is the grim and
lalA uldlueu, WHoet cHIulacc Wao uSnel,
the ancestress of the terrible gullotine; and
here Is the identical pulpit from which John
Knox thundered forth his dentlnciations OF
papistry and idol worship, while hard by
hangs banner carried by the Covenantcrs
at the battle of Boutwell, Brig.
But we will not linger within doors on
this tine day. Let Us so TO Cation Hill,
with it's crowd of monuments. ana from its
breezy height contemplate the panorama Q!
"Auld Reekie" and It's environs. The dun
smoke belched from thousand chimneys
explains that sobriquet. What queer, Tan.
gied, yet impressive mass Is the huge bulk OF
the old town! How bright and elegant the
buildings and streets Of thenew And there
are Lsith and the Firth Of Forth. PARKWAY
we can descly the dim peaks Of Ben Loniond
and Ben Ledl Is nearer eminence, Afthtrs