STRATHMORE: ITS SCENES AND LEGENDS.
Soft flow thy streams, bright bloom thy flowers,
Thy birdies liltin' as of yore:
The music of thy fragrant bowers,
The voice of love awakes once more.
Thou bonnie Howe o' sweet Strathmore,
Thou bonnie Howe o' sweet Strathmore,
Life's early spring I spent in thee-
My blessings on thee evermore.
THE "Great Valley," or Howe of Strathmore, independent of its historical and classical associations, is one of the most beautiful and romantic vales in Scotland. Surrounded on the south by the long rugged ridge of the Sidlaw Hills, and guarded on the north by the Grampian Mountains, the "Howe" luxuriantly nestling between, the great valley is unsurpassed in all that constitutes soft, yet rich and gorgeous landscape. Hamlet, village, vale, and hill, combine with castle, wood, and stream, to form a picture, which, once seen, can never be forgotten.
Two of the finest and most striking views of this celebrated valley are obtained by the traveller; the one from the Castle of Hatton, in the Glack of Newtyle, and the other on the road from Dundee to Coupar-Angus, when emerging from the defile