The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-08-24

| J"i"s W au vi" ccoIcu Sulue, "uo uls
canted with rapid tongue, aud monoton
Gus tone upon its historic features. Ha
Tam O'Shanter really lived the old MAJ
could not have put more faith in tn
story, which he so 1uently recited. 1
plain upright stone near the entrance t.
the church-yard marks the grave of TIN
poets father, whom you remember Burn
lovingly sketched in "the Cotter's Satur
day Night" A few steps further dow
the highway and on the other side of i
is the entrance to the garden in which
stands the Burns Monument. This il
rather an iDcongruos affair architecturaily
modelled after Grecian design. In {
grotto near by are life-like stone figures
of Tam O'Shanter and Souter Johnny
A stones throw beyond the monument
grounds is the AUD Brig O'Doon, ,
where Tam O'Shanter's Mare Meg los,
her tail. 1t is a lovely spot, made famou.
| by the genius of the poet.
"Ye banks and braes O. bonnie Doom,
How can We bloom sac fresh and iair.n
The BRIG" has been closed to travel
for vehicles, and Is now only used by foo,
passengers. Standing upon the old bridge
with the rays of the setting sun gliding
the rare foliage that surrounds it, and
the gentle murmur of the stream falling
pleasantly on the ear, ones surroundings
timental thoughts, and do not wonder
that such feelings have found expression
in some good, aud in very many bad
verses. We returned to Glasgow the
same evening taking with us very many
pleasant recollections of our charming
visit to the land c. Burns. On Tuesday
morning party of eight of US took a
short run into the Southern Highlands.
Taking the train from Glasgow to Bal
lock, at the latter place we boarded a
beautiful little steamer for sail on Loeb
Lomond the queen OF Scottish lakes. This
is historic as we'll as naturally beauti
full Loeb. In Sir Walter Scott's "Lady
of the Lake" it is often immortalized.
Glen Fruin, or the Glen of Sorrow was
the scene of a conflict between the Mac
gregors and the Colquhouns.
"Prouuly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin
And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied;
Glen Luss, and Ross-d 'hu, they are smoking In
ruin
An the best of Loeb Lomond lie dead on her
side.
Never has clearer, or more beautiful
summer morning dawned over Loeb
Lomond, than that one on which we
gazed upon the beauties of the old peak
of Ben Lomond mirrored upon it's CLASSY
surface. II was certainly without ecstacy
of feeling, or exaggeration of language
the most magnificent scene l have ever
had the pleasure of beholding. The cap
tain of the steamer himself confessed
that it was in truth rare and favored
morning to witness mountain and lake
scenery. l havn't trafficked long enough
in the currency of words to attempt to
describe it, and | only state, that with
delightful temperature, cloudless sky,
and the surface of the lake as clear of
ripples as the surface of a French plate
tains was outlined clearly and clearly
upon the face of the Loeb. We touched
at several points the most noticeable one,
containing the suggestion of my own
name Torbet. Taxing their cue from the
close resemblance of patronymics, | was
well gagged with questions put "on the
spot" On past the cave of Rob Roy we
reach Inversnaid where we take the
coach for Stronachlacher the head of Loeb
Katrine. Scott has immortalized every
spot about this Loeb. The view from
the top of the hill-the point where Fitz.
James first espied the Lady of the Lake
he thus pictures.
ZONE FURNISHED sheet OF living gold
Loeb Katrne lay beneath him rolled,
In all her length ar-winding lsy
With pfomontory, creek, and bay."
We again embark on another steamer
and sail along the Loeb, close by Elen's
Isle.
Where for retreat in dangerous hour
Some chief had framed rustic bower"
At Glengyle, the home of the Mac
gregors and the birthplace of Rob Roy,
the shores of the Loeb become rocky and
precipitous. Leaving Loeb Katrine we
pass through the Trossachs-or ragged
path, and by one of the most enchanting
mountain drives we descend to Aber-
foyle Here we take the railroad to Stir
ling, casting many lingerly looks towards
the beautiful scenery we have left be-
hind, and looking expectantly to that yet
before us. Having thus imperfeotly out
lined the route by which came to Stir
ling, close my letter by saying, that as
the Scotch twilight had almost deepened
into darkness, the train had borne us
safely and swiftly into Edinburgh. from
which magnificent and interesting city,
Scotland's capital and the seat of classic
learning, shall pen you my next hurried
letter. Fl. r. T..
AT EDINBURGH.