are generally of great Length, but of moderate Breadth. When the adjacent Mountains, do not rise precipitously from the Margin of the Lakes, but afford an intervening Tract of gradual Ascent, for the Growth of Wood, or for Agriculture, they afford Scenes, which, it is believed, are no where in the World surpassed, in Beauty and Magnificence.

The Red Deer, or Stag, may be said to inhabit some of the Forests of this County, in the most perfect State of Nature and Wildness, cautious in the extreme, singularly jealous of the Human Form, eluding, with wonderful Sagacity, the Wiles of the Sportsman. The Roe, is also found here, a much more familiar Animal than the Stag, appearing, even in Summer, in the Woodlands and Plantations of the Valleys, down to the public Roads and Habitations; nevertheless their Aversion to Restraint is such, that it may be asserted they are untameable.

At Dunkeld, a Person of the Name of MARY SCOTT, was buried near the Church, Anno 1728, for whom a singular Epitaph was composed. It is not, as has been frequently mentioned, engraved on her Tombstone. It

contains a singular Statement of chronological Facts.

"Stop PASSENGER, until my Life you read;
The Living may get Knowledge from the Dead.
Five times five Years, unwedded was my Life;
Five times four Years, I was a virtuous Wife;
Ten times four Years, I wept a Widow's Woes;
Now, tired of human Scenes, I here repose.
Betwixt my Cradle and my Grave were seen
Seven mighty KINGS of SCOTLAND and a QUEEN;
Full twice five Years, the COMMONWEALTH I saw,
Ten times the Subjects rise against the Law;
And, which is worse than any Civil War,
A KING arraign'd before the Subject's Bar;
Swarms of Sectarians, hot with hellish Rage,
Cut off his royal Head upon the Stage.
Twice did I see old Prelacy pull'd down,

And twice the Cloak did sink beneath the Gown.
I saw the STUART Race thrown out; nay, more,
I saw my Country sold for ENGLISH Ore;
Our numerous NOBLES, who have famous been,
Sunk to the lowly number of Sixteen.
Such Desolation in my Days have been,
I have an End of all Perfection seen."

Renfrewshire.

The Marquis of ABERCORN's Burial-place, is the greatest Curiosity in Paisley. It is an

old Gothic Chapel, without Pulpit, Pews, or any Ornament whatever, but it has the finest ECHо perhaps in the World. When the East Door, the only one it has, is shut, the Noise is equal to a loud, and not very distant, Clap of Thunder. If a single Note of Music is struck, the Sound is heard gradually ascending, till it dies away as if at an immense Distance, and all the while diffusing itself through the circumambient Air. If a good Voice sings, or a musical Instrument be played upon, the Effect is inexpressibly agreeable.

Sir WILLIAM WALLACE, the favourite ancient Hero of SCOTLAND, was a Native of this District. Before the Son of a private Gentleman, without Power and without Vassals, could contrive, not only to make head against an ENGLISH Invasion, but to number among his Followers, the proudest and the bravest Hereditary Barons of the Kingdom, he must have shewn great personal Valour, as well as have displayed unprecedented Prudence; accordingly, the rude Historians of his own times, represent him as possessed of irresistible bodily Strength, and as eminently endowed, with the Virtues of Piety, Generosity, and Patriotism. Though the particulars

of the Adventures of this Hero, cannot now be correctly discovered, yet from the vast Reputation gained by a private Man, whose Name is impressed upon so many natural Objects, and striking Scenes, and whose Memory, after the Lapse of six Centuries, has not lost its Influence upon the popular Feelings, it is obvious, that his life must have been occupied with an endless Train of romantic and perilous Exploits, capable of striking the Imagination, of a warlike People. The Tradition is, that his Friend Sir JOHN MONTEITH, betrayed him to the ENGLISH. He was arraigned at Westminster, as a Traitor to EDWARD, and having burnt Villages, &c. "I never was a Traitor," said WALLACE; to the rest, he pleaded Guilty. He was immediately executed, 13th August, 1305, with that studied Rigour, which, seeking to make Impressions of Terror, excites Pity. His Head, was placed on a Pinnacle at LONDON; his mangled Limbs, were distributed over the LAND. Thus perished WALLACE, whom EDWARD could never subdue. In his last Moments, He asserted that Independence, which a whole NATION had renounced, and to this, his Claim is undeniable, because he adhered to the Pursuit of this Object, whether at the Head

of Armies, or concealing himself as a Fugitive; the Ascendancy of his Character, and the Confidence reposed in him by his Countrymen, rendered him constantly formidable. His Historians and Tradition, have filled up the active Period of his Life, with endless Enterprises, many of which give Interest to his Fortunes.

Roxburghshire.

As a Piece of Agricultural History, it may be remarked, that this County was at one time likely to become celebrated, for the Cultivation of TOBACCO. Mг. THOMAS MAN, who had resided in AMERICA, introduced it. The Product was declared by experienced Judges, to be equal in Quality, to any Tobacco brought from AMERICA: the Profits were amazing, it was not uncommon, to procure in a Season from One Acre, a Crop, which, when cured, was worth Seventy pounds sterling; an Act of PARLIAMENT put a stop to its Culture. In the Parish of Crailing, at the time when this Act passed, a Field of thirteen Acres, was sold with the young Crop