mountain, which contains a number of beautiful small islands, presents a delightful prospect. In short, though cockney tours are now what booksellers call a bore, and journies thither by those that have neither intelligence nor taste to perceive what is most worthy of notice, nor talents for describing it; yet it is not surprizing that so many make the attempt, since so many beautiful and stupendous objects conspire to draw attention. If the lakes of Cumberland, the spars of Derbyshire, the manufactories at Sheffield, Birmingham, Manchester, &c. draw numbers to those places, it is not surprizing that Ben Lomond, and the lake of that name, attract multitudes, and set them a writing about them as well as they can, by their truly sublime and stupendous beauties.

I had often heard of Dumbarton, but had never seen it; therefore, perceiving the force of the saying, that the eye is never satisfied with seeing, nor the ear with hearing, I left the enchanting scenes presented by the indescribable beauties of Loch Lomond, and proceeded for Dumbarton, though convinced that nothing there could afford any high gratification after my eyes and other senses had been feasted so sumptuously. However, I was agreeably disappointed, and when I arrived at

DUMBARTON,

The idea of its antiquity and former utility, as well as of that civilization and refinement of manners, which render such petty forts as this, though once

Dumbarton Castle with the Country around

of high importance, now of no use, made such an impression on my mind, as made me entirely forget Ben Lomond and all his attendant beauties.

This antient fort, once thought impregnable, by being erected on a high rock in the midst of a large plain, and situate near the mouth of the Clyde, not far from Greenock and Port Glasgow, ont he opposite side, has stood many sieges, which are well known to those who are acquainted with the history of Scotland. Some time before I approached it, I crossed the river Leven, which runs out of Loch Lomond into the Clyde, near which there is a beautiful marble monument, erected to the memory of Dr. Smollet; and where, as he was born on its banks, I could not help calling to mind those lines of his:

Pure stream, in whose transparent wave
My youthful limbs I often wont to lave, &c.

From Dumbarton, through a variety of beautifully thriving villages, I made the best of my way to Glasgow. But, tired as I was; and, notwithstanding it was about sun-set, I could not help, before I retired to rest, going to pay a tribute of tears, which I did copiously, over my brother John's grave; who, dying at the age of twenty-one, was buried not far from the high church. He had walked from Glasgow, and when very much heated by the walk, sat down on the banks of the Clyde, to hear a tent preacher, on a sacrament Sunday. He there caught cold, which was followed by a fever, and this by death.

There is something in human nature, which, at certain moments, attaches us to our friends and relations, in a forcible and irresistible manner. It is this principle which induces men, who have made fortunes, and are about to leave the world, to think of their relations, even though they have never seen them, and to think of the place of their nativity, and the scenes of their early years, though they have not seen them for a long time. Something of this principle I found had fast hold of my mind; and, notwithstanding the vast variety of variegated, sublime, and beautiful objects I had seen, in the course of my excursions, still the idea of my deceased brother, whose grave I had seen, and whose head I had laid in it, was uppermost in my mind, till this idea was conquered, or rather superseded, by the thoughts of my dear parents, whose piety and devotion I shall never forget, and whose prayers for my spiritual as well as temporal interest, though they then made no impression on me, I then recollected, and shall never forget. These, with a variety of other ideas connected with them, were uppermost in my mind; and it was not, till after several waking hours a bed, and fervent prayers to the father of the universe, that the prayers of my parents for my spiritual welfare should be heard, that I went to sleep.

GLASGOW.

I had seen this city several times, but it still struck me greatly, even without the circumstance of novelty. After considering the regularity of the streets, and elegance of the buildings, the first thing that at