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VII
A TOUR MADE IN SCOTLAND
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the first of the Scottish lakes with our cheerfullest and best feelings. Crossed the Leven at the end of Dum- barton, and, when we looked behind, had a pleasing view of the town, bridge, and rock; but when we took ina reach of the river at the distance of perhaps half a mile, the swamp ground, being so near a town, and not in its natural wildness, but seemingly half cultivated, with houses here and there, gave us an idea of extreme poverty of soil, or that the inhabitants were either indolent or miserable. We had to travel four miles on the banks of the “ Water of Leven” before we should come to Loch Lomond. Having expected a grand river from so grand a lake, we were disappointed ; for it appeared to me not to be very much larger than the Emont, and is not near so beautiful; but we must not forget that the day was cold and gloomy. Near Dumbarton it is lke a river in a flat country, or under the influence of tides; but a little higher up it resembles one of our rivers, flowing through a vale of no extreme beauty, though prettily wooded ; the hills on each side not very high, sloping backwards from the bed of the vale, which is neither very narrow nor very wide; the prospect terminated by Ben Lomond and other mountains. The vale is popu- lous, but looks as if it were not inhabited by cultivators of the earth; the houses are chiefly of stone; often in rows by the river-side ; they stand pleasantly, but have a tradish look, as if they might have been off-sets from Glasgow, We saw many bleach-yards, but no other symptom of a manufactory, except something in the houses that was not rural, and a want of mdependent comforts. Perhaps if the river had been glittering in the sun, and the smoke of the cottages rising in distinct volumes towards the sky, as I have seen in the vale or basin below Pillsden in Dorsetshire, when every cottage, hidden from the eye, pointed out its lurking-place by an upright wreath of white smoke, the whole scene might have excited ideas of perfect cheerfulness.

Here, as on the Nith, and much more than in the