them less the appearance of a fence than any thing I ever saw; they are also lighter, and far less formal.
The small inn at Weem, when I was at it, was not a good house, but a new one was building to it; but what the house wanted, the landlord, Menzies, made up by civility and attention. I arrived at Weem to dinner; and in the evening drove over Wade's Bridge to Aberfeldie, and to the top of the brae, near the house of Moness: no farther could I go in the carriage. From thence to the falls, is about three quarters of a mile. I entered the wood accompanied by my servant, and a guide, a boy about twelve years of age; and I walked on, delighted with the scene before me, on the bank of a burn, so shaded with wood and rocks, that, as I advanced between them, daylight became twilight. There is a very good path winding amongst the rocks, and leading to the falls, which I began to hear, though I could not see them. By way of something to say to my little guide, I asked him who had made the walks, which were so convenient, and executed with so much judgment; "ah!" said the lad, who spoke good English, naming the late proprietor, "he is a fine man, and did a great deal of good,
