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Saft the southland breeze was blowing,
Strack the ear with thundering thud.
Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleating;
Flamed on Roslin's towers sae hie.†
Roslin's towers and braes sae bonny!
Ilka sound and charm delighting,
Will (though hardly fit to gang,)†
Faint at length, the day fast closing,
'Soldier, rise!-the dews o' e'ening,
Sleep na here, and catch your death?'
Accepting an invitation to take shelter in a neighboring cottage, slowfully and painfully he followed his guide.
Silent stept he on, poor fellow!
Listening to his guide before,
O'er green knowe, and flowery hollow,
Laigh it was, yet sweet and humble;
Clear below Esk's waters rumble,
Deep glens murmuring back the sound.
Dim by gloaming glint* to view;
Entering now in transport mingle,
'Soldier, welcome! Come, be cheery!
'Changed I am,' sighed Willie till¶ her;
Naught o' Willie Gairlace see ??
ye mark'd the dews o' morning, Glittering in the sunny ray,
Quickly fa' when, without warning,
Rough blasts came and shook the spray?
Hae ye seen the bird fast fleeing,
Drap when pierced by death mair fleet?
After three lang years' affliction,
But hark! the first bell rings for the cars; so let us be off, and get our places. The sun has slipped
down behind the trees yonder, and it will be gloaming, if not ''tween and supper time,' before we get to Edinburgh.
All is right, and off we go, whirring through the quiet and beautiful scenery of these highly cultivated regions. We pass through "Samson's ribs," that is, the granite rocks of Duddingston, by means of a tunnel, glide along the base of Arthur's Seat, on whose summit linger the last rays of evening; and land at the upper end of the city, well prepared to relish a Scottish supper of substantial edibles, and after that, "tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep."
City of Glasgow-Spirit of the place-Trade and Manufactures -The Broomielaw-Steam-George's Square-Monuments to Sir Walter Scott, Sir John Moore, and James Watt-Sketch of the Life of Watt-Glasgow University-Reminiscences-Brougham-Sir D. K. Sandford-Professor Nichol and others -High Kirk, or Glasgow Cathedral-Martyrdom of Jerome Russel and John Kennedy.
TAKING the steam-cars from Edinburgh, we ar- . rive at Glasgow, a distance of forty-four miles, in a couple of hours. As Edinburgh is the representative of Scottish literature and refinement, Glasgow is the representative of its commerce and manufactures. It is an immense city, and contains a prodigious number of inhabitants. At the period of the Union it had a population of only twelve thousand since which time it has doubled this number twelve or thirteen times, and now contains nearly three hundred thousand inhabitants. It owes this unprecedented increase to its trade, domestic and foreign, which is almost unparalleled in its extent. There is probably not a single inland town in Great Britain, with the exception of London, which can show such a shipping list.
Glasgow has ever been distinguished for its mechanical ingenuity, its industry and enterprise. Its situation doubtless is highly favorable, but without
an intelligent, ingenious and active population, it could never have reached such a height of prosperity.
But it is not our intention to visit this commercial city as tourists. There are enough such to describe her agreeable situation, and handsome public edifices, her long and elegant streets, her beautiful "green," and magnificent river. At present we shall not fatigue ourselves with visiting the Royal Exchange, the Royal Bank, the Tontine and the Assembly Rooms. Neither shall we trouble our readers to go with us through Queen street, St. Vincent street, Greenhill Place, or Woodside Crescent.
It might be worth while however, to look into some of those immense factories; from which rise innumerable huge chimnies, some of which overtop the steeples and towers of the churches, and reach far up into the heavens.* Thousands and thousands of spindles and power looms, with thousands and thousands of human hands and heads are moving there from morn to night, and from night to morn. What masses of complicated and beautiful machinery! What prodigious steam-engines, great hearts of power in the centres of little worlds, giving life energy and motion to the whole. Here is a single warehouse, as it is called, for the sale of manufactured goods, containing no less than two hundred clerks. What piles of silks and shawls, cottons and calicoes! The productions of Glasgow reach every part of the world. You will find them in India, China, and the United States, in the wilds of Africa
* One of these chimnies is said to be over 400 feet high.