above the lodge is a small simple bridge, of one arch, over the Tilt, and a fall of the river under it, very pretty indeed. I was informed, that towards the head of the Glen the scenes become still more romantic, wild, and sublime, with a number of falls of water, particularly one of the Tarf Water running to the Tilt. The head of Glen Tilt is but an inconsiderable distance from the head of the river Dee, which rises in the great mountains that close up the head of Glen Tilt. I was told there would, some time or other, be a very good road from Blair, by Lude, across the hills to Glen Shee and Glen Beg, which lead to the castle town of Bramar.
The drive from Atholl house to the Forest Lodge is beautiful; the Tilt is for ever noisy throughout its rough course; its banks are highly ornamented with trees, and broken precipices, and openings in the mountains, pouring down their ample tribute to the rapid Tilt.
I was regaled at the Forest Lodge with what that district is famous for, namely, Atholl broze, made of whisky, eggs, and honey. To a lover of whisky it is a delicious treat, and much prized by the people of Atholl, having good reason, I suppose, for so doing. One instance of its effi-
