for windows reaching from nearly the floor to the cieling, of any modern apartment.

On the opposite side of the Clyde appear the ruins of the beautiful castle of Blantyre, belonging to the barons or lords of Blantyre. Between this monastery and Bothwell Castle there was a subterraneous communication, by means of an excavation below the bed of the Clyde; so that the Douglasses might have taken refuge in that sanctuary, if they should have been forced to abandon their fortress. This communication, it is said, was kept open even after the monastery was secularized and there are not a few stories told, whether true or false, of meetings in this subterrraneous passage, between lovers, at a time when feuds and animosities subsisted between their parents.

Having breakfasted and refreshed my horse at Bothwell Bridge, I rode on to Hamilton, a very neat town. It is a burgh of barony, containing about four thousand inhabitants. At the end of the town stands Hamilton Palace, in the same manner as the fine house or palace of Dalkeith, belonging to the duke of Buccleugh, near Edinburgh, stands at the end of the town of Dalkeith, also a burgh of barcny. We frequently find burghs of barony contiguous to the seats of lords. Hamilton Palace is a large pile of building, with two deep wings, built at right angles to the centre. It is chiefly renowned for a spacious gallery, furnished with admirable paintings. There is here an excellent garden, well stocked and dressed, of not less than seven acres, with a good hot-house and green-house.

In the midst of lofty, large, and venerable oaks, on a rock hanging over the Clyde, are seen the ruins

of the old castle of the Hamiltons; of which, little remains are standing, except the gateway. Here also, in the park, are seen some cattle, whose breed is traced to the indigenous, or original, and wild cattle of the country, to which they are supposed to bear a near resemblance. There is certainly somewhat uncommon in their appearance; they are not, however, wild, but seemingly as tame as other cattle. They have short legs, long bodies, and more than ordinary curling hair.

On a rising ground, in front of Hamilton House, stands a fanciful building, in the style of a gothic castle, where there are two or three good rooms, commanding a delightful prospect. The rest of the building is occupied by servants, or allotted to other purposes. This edifice is called, from the duke of Hamilton's French title, CHATELIERAULT.

At the inn, at Hamilton, which is excellent, I passed the night, and early next morning proceeded to Lanark, a royal burgh, capital of the county, and containing, I believe, from two to three thousand inhabitants. It seems to be a poor place, if one may judge from the general appearance of both the houses and inhabitants. Nevertheless, it is charmingly situated on the brow of a hill, above the Clyde, which, for miles both above and below, is skirted for the most part with fine natural woods. It put me in mind of Crieff, and the wooded valley of the Erne, between that town and the Loch. I speak only of the situation: for Crieff seems to be a pretty busy and thriving place.

I had not stopped longer at Lanark than just to see my companion properly taken care of, when I proceeded to see what indeed had alone brought