then spreads, and forms one of the most beautiful cataracts in Nature; I say in Nature, for at the falls of Moness that goddess reigns in triumph, there not appearing the least trace of man, or his interference; it is even beyond the art of man to copy them, it having been often tried without success; and I am persuaded, that no pencil can truly delineate the beauties of the falls of Moness.
The next day I turned my face towards Taymouth. Every step was beautiful; but the house I did not see, by reason of hills and woods, until I came to the lodge gate, to which the road winds down a sharp descent, through a fine and extensive wood. The large front of the house faces the lodge at this entrance. The extended centre of this noble mansion is in a very old style of building, with short round towers stuck on from the top of each corner, downwards, for only one story, something like those at Castle Menzies. Two large flights of steps lead to the doors, and, like Castle Menzies too, the fabrick is whitened with lime. There are also two extensive wings, in a more modern style, and joined by covered colonnades to the old centre. All around the house, except immediately in front of it, there are as fine trees as any I ever saw, with the Tay
