the top of the rocks and banks; branching and twining in the sweetest style. The very great variety of the trees and bushes, at the fall at Cashaville, afford such a mixture of lovely tints, that I was charmed with every part of it that I could get within my view. The owner of it would do well, if he would clear a passage to the bottom of the fall, and cut openings for it to be seen more perfectly from the small field near it, on the road side; for it certainly is a very curious fall. This burn rises in Schiehallion, called the burn of Haltnie, running to the Lyon River; to which I soon descended, and met it issuing from its glen. A very handsome stone bridge is over it, less than half a mile before its junction with the Tay. On the road leading to Kenmore, near to the bridge of Lyon, and hanging over it, are charming trees; amongst which is a ruin of an old castle. I did not, at that time, go to Kenmore, consequently turned to the east; and the scene before me was every thing to delight the sight. Such a plano-valley cannot be imagined, without seeing it. It was in the midst of harvest, a fine afternoon, and the inhabitants in the fields, busy with their corn. The west end of this valley, called Appneydow, is bounded by fine
