superior kind; and if the following shall prove a warn ing to wives, I shall be fully compensated for my trouble. Here lie the bodies of THOMAS BOND, and MARY his wife. She was temperate, chaste and charitable; She was proud, peevish and passionate. She was an affectionate wife and a tender mother; But Her husband and child, whom she loved, seldom saw her Whilst she received visitors, whom she despised, with an Her behavior was discreet toward strangers; But imprudent in her family. Abroad, her conduct was influenced by good-breeding; at home, by ill-temper. She was a professed enemy to flattery, and was the talents in which she principally excelled were flaws and imperfections. She was an admirable economist, and, without prodigality, dispensed plenty to every person in her family; would sacrifice their eyes to a farthing candle. She sometimes made her husband happy with her good qualities; But Much more frequently miserable with her many failings; He had not, in the whole, enjoyed two years finding that she had lost the affections of her husband, as well as the regard of her neighbors, family disputes having been divulged by servants, She died of vexation, July 20, 1768, Her worn-out husband survived her four months and two days, and departed this life November 28, 1768, in the 54th year of his age. William Bond, brother to the deceased, erected a weekly monitor to the surviving wives of this of having their memories handed down to posterity with a patch-work character. CHAPTER XXVII. "To where the broken landscape, by degrees Ascending, roughens into rigid hills; O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds THOMSON. I HAVE visited few places where I found warmer friends, or felt myself more at home, than in Aberdeen. The dwellings, being built mostly of granite, remind one of Boston, especially in a walk down Union-street, which is thought to be one of the finest promenades in Europe. The town is situated on a neck of land between the rivers Dee and Don, and is the most important commercial place in the north of Scotland. During our stay in the city we visited, among other places, the old bridge of Don, which is not only resorted to owing to its antique celebrity and peculiar appearance, but also for the notoriety that it has gained by Lord Byron's poem for the "Bridge of Don." His lordship spent several years here during his minority, and this old bridge was a favorite resort of his. In one of his notes he alludes to how he used to hang over its one arch, and the deep black salmon stream below, with a mixture of childish terror and delight. While we stood upon the melancholy bridge, and although the scene around was severely grand and terrific,— the river swollen, the wind howling amongst the leafless trees, the sea in the distance, and although the walk where Hall and Mackintosh were wont to melt down hours to moments in high converse was in sight, it was, somehow or other, the figure of the mild lame boy leaning over the parapet that filled our fancy; and the chief fascination of the spot seemed to breathe from the genius of the author of "Childe Harold." water. To Anthony Cruikshank, Esq., whose hospitality we shared in Aberdeen, we are indebted for showing us the different places of interest in the town and vicinity. An engagement, however, to be in Edinburgh, cut short our stay in the north. The very mild state of the weather, and a wish to see something of the coast between Aberdeen and Edinburgh, induced us to make the journey by Consequently, after delivering a lecture before the Mechanics' Institute, with His Honor the Provost in the chair, on the evening of February 15th, we went on board the steamer bound for Edinburgh. On reaching the vessel we found the drawing-saloon almost entirely at our service, and, prejudice against color being unknown, we had no difficulty in obtaining the best accommodation that the steamer afforded. This was so unlike the pro-slavery, negro-hating spirit of America, that my colored friends who were with me were almost bewildered by the transition. The night was a glorious one. The sky was cloudless, and the clear, bracing air had a buoyI have seldom seen. ancy The moon was in its zenith 1; the steamer and surrounding objects were beautiful in the extreme. The boat left her moorings at half-past twelve, The "Queen" is a splenof sails, was able to make I was up the next morn and we were soon out at sea. did craft, and, without the aid fifteen miles within the hour. ing extremely early, indeed, before any of my fellowpassengers,—and found the sea, as on the previous night, as calm and as smooth as a mirror. "There was no sound upon the deep, The breeze lay cradled there; Out of the cooling brine to leap The dolphin scarce would dare." It was a delightful morning, more like April than February; and the sun, as it rose, seemed to fire every peak of the surrounding hills. On our left lay the Island of May, while to the right was to be seen the small fishing-town of Anstruther, twenty miles distant from Edinburgh. Beyond these, on either side, was a range of undulating blue mountains, swelling, as they retired, into a bolder outline and a loftier altitude, until they terminated some twenty-five or thirty miles in the dim distance. A friend at my side pointed out a place on the right, where the remains of an old castle or lookout house, used in the time of the border wars, once |