Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-11-26

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Half hidden in the copse so green
A short distance and we cross the bridge
of Turk, where
The headmost horseman rode alone"
On our left we looked upto Ben-Venue-
on our right,
Ben An hesves high his forehead bare"
Then passing through wild glen we
come to the spot where Fitz James gave up
the chase, and murmured over his dying
horse.
" ] little thought when first thy rein
l Stacked upon the banks of Seine,
That highland eagle Yer should feed,
On thy feet limbs, my matchless steed-
w oe worth the chase, woe worth the day,
That cost thy life, my gallant gray"
A sudden turn of the road, and
Cleaning meath the steting sum-
One FURNISHED sheet of living gold
Loeb kstrine lay" &c.
Here taking little lake steamer, we
steamed around
"ELLEN's ISLE" BY THE "GoBLINs
CAVE"
over the bright water to its farthest ex-
tremity, and again take stage coach. We
now pass through dark glens to Loeb Ark
let the Trosach mountains lowering above
us, and reach Loeb LomOnd, "the Queen
of the Scottish lakes,n at the water fall of
''Inversnaid," the scene of Wordworth's
"Highland Girl.n Here, taking another
steamer, we pass an island where we see
the ruins of 1.-THE Castle of the MacFar-
lanes" pass along by the base of Ben
Lomond and Ben Vane by
"RoB RoY's CAVE"
and many of the haunts of that noted
| outlaw chief Clustered along the shores
are beautiful houses and grounds, summer
retreats, that are crowded even yet. FL
nally, having traversed the entire length
of the lake, we touch the pier and take
the train for Glasgow.
The city OF Glasgow is said to contain
about
HALF MILLION OF INHABITANTS.
1t is a great manufacturing city. Here
many of the great ocean steamers
are built and with the excep-
| ton of its immense manufacturing
establishments it has nothing to detain the
| tourist.
In some Of my former letters, expreesd
my opinions of the way the Sabbath was
| observed on the continent. What a con-
trast we find here in Scotland, where they
have not forgotten the teachings and
preaching's of John Knox and the Gov
| enters.N Here in this cradle, where Pres
| byterianism was rocked by the storms of
| religious controversy, fanaticism, oppres-
| sion, and bloodshed. They have not for
gotten the third commandment No trains
| run here on Sunday, would it not be well
for us to follow their example? p Not even
a street car can be seen, scarcely cab on
| the street, the day is rigidly observed and
| the streets are crowded with people going
to and from church when, judging from
the little experience / had, they preach in
| tolerably long sermons.
Leaving Glasgow, / take train, and
passing l<ilwinning, where there are the
ruins of an old Abbey, built by the Ma
sonic fraternity in 1l07, in which was es-
tablished the first Masonic Lodge in Scot
land, / reach
''Old Ayr, whom ne'er town urpasses
For honest men and bonnie lasses."
While at Ayr took the road famous for
the ride of Tom O'Shanter,n to "Allo-
WAYS old haunted kirk, :" and "the bridge
of Doom. Near the ruins of the church
stands beautiful monument to Scotia's
poet. From here my wanderings led me
to montgomery Castle,n where they still
point out Highland Mary's thorn, "under-
meath whose fragrant shade'' the last ten
der parting took place. -......
then visited "Mossgiel," the home OF
Burns; Mauchline, the home of Jean
Armour" Gavin Hamilton and many
others connected with these poems. The
scenes painted by the poet are true to ma
ture, and his characters are genuine,
which gives additional interest 10 a visit
| here. ...
After a run to busy Manchester, TEEN
ing with manufacturing establishments,
where / tried to learn something of the
contest between labor and capitol, which
to-day is paralyzing the energies not only
of Great Britain, but Of other sections OF
Europe, and which will furnish difficult
questions for the solution of her
Statesmen, take the train for Liver
pool, and then turn my back upon
Europe with all it contains of wealth and
beauty, in art, and a full development OF
its varied resources, and a history almost
marvellous as fiction itself. i felt that the
proper type for the country behind me is
that of an old man still retaining much Of
his strength and power, but his faculties
gradually fading away, his health under
mined, the glory and vigor of his man
hood gone. And while we gaze in admita-
ton at the result of his former labors, the
accumulation of SO much that is beautiful
and desirable, yet felt that the nations Of
the East have touched the meridian of
their power and splendor. But the great
young undeveloped giant of the West, to
whose loved soil now hasten, of what is
he not capable? With the centuries of de-
velopment that Europe has felt, united into
one vast free Republic, where liberty is so
common a boon that it is scarcely appre-
ciatp1 with Territorial lines rot contracted