rk only three
feet broad, thrown across a deep chasm, along the bottom of which rolls the
river Keltie. The torrent, after making several successive cataracts, at
length falls in one sheet about 50 feet in height, presenting from the
bridge an appalling spectacle.

Another curiosity near Callander is the Pass of Leney, a narrow ravine,
skirted with woods, and hemmed in with rocks, through which a stream,
issuing from Loch Lubnaig, rushes with amazing force, forming a series of
cascades.

_Linlithgow._

The palace, which forms the chief object of curiosity in Linlithgow, is a
majestic ruin, situated on the margin of a beautiful lake, and covering
more than an acre. It is entered by a detached archway, on which were
formerly sculptured the four orders borne by James V., the Thistle, Garter,
Holy Ghost, and Golden Fleece; but these are now nearly effaced. The palace
itself is a massive quadrangular edifice of polished stone, the greater
part being five stories in height. A plain archway leads to the interior
court, in the centre of which are the ruins of the well.

The west side of the quadrangle, which is the most ancient, was originally
built and inhabited by Edward I., and is also interesting as the
birth-place of Queen Mary. The room in which she first saw the light is on
the second story. Her father, James V., then dying of a broken heart at
Falkland, on account of the disaster at Solway Frith, prophetically
exclaimed, "It came with a lass," alluding to his family having obtained
the crown by marriage, "and it will go with a lass."

The east side, begun by James III., and completed by James V., contains the
Parliament Hall. This was formerly the front of the palace, and the porch
was adorned with a statue of Pope Julius II., who presented James V. with a
consecrated sword and helmet for his resistance to the Reformation. This
statue escaped the iconoclastic zeal of the Reformers; but at the beginning
of the last century was destroyed by a blacksmith, whose anger against the
Papal power had been excited by a sermon.

On an inn-window at Tarbet, in Dunbartonshire, is perhaps the longest
specimen of brittle rhymes ever written. They are signed "Thomas Russell,
Oct. 3, 1771," and extend to thirty-six lines, being a poetical description
of the ascent to Ben Lomond. What would Dr. Watts have said to such a
string of inn-window rhymes!

_Ossian._

The principal curiosity in the environs of Dunkeld is the C