the limpid stream, that like a mirror, reflects and doubles their beauties. As I stept from stone to stone, a passage in the Gentle Shepherd came to my recollection, where Jenny says,
"Gae farer up the burn, to Habbie's How,
Where a' the sweets of spring and simmer grow:
Between twa birks, out o'er a little lin,
The water fa's and maks a singand din:
A pool, breast-deep, beneath as clear as glass,
Kisses wi' easy whirls the bord'ring grass.
We'll end our washing while the morning's cool;
And when the day grows het, we'll to the pool,
There wash oursells.—It's healthfu' now in May,
And sweetly cauler on sae warm a day."
This pool is sometimes made use of as a cold bath, by the lovely lasses who frequent Dochfour.
Another day I walked to the foot of the great lake, passing by some old monastic ruins, on a small peninsula between the great lake and the branch of it opposite Dochfour house. Few scenes can be found more majestic than that, viewed from the foot of the lake, and under the red cliff mountain on the north side, and even all the way to the entrance into Glen Urquhart. The whole of Loch Ness is before you in front. Its length is twenty-four miles; its breadth, from
