As the honour of a noble family is concerned, I will say no more on the subject, only that the lands of Lochard and Cringlecut still pay a fine of six bolls of barley annually, to atone the guilt of their audacious owner, who intruded himself and his worldly suspicions upon the seclusion of the Abbot and his penitent .-- Admire the little belfry rising above the ivy-mantled porch--there was here a hospitium, hospitale, or hospitamentum (for it is written all these various ways in the old writings and evidents), in which the monks received pilgrims.

I know our minister has said, in the Statistical Account, that the hospitium was situated either in the lands of Haltweary or upon those of Half-starvet; but he is incorrect, Mr.
Lovel--that is the gate called still the Palmer's Port, and my gardener found many hewn stones, when he was trenching the ground for winter celery, several of which I have sent as specimens to my learned friends, and to the various antiquarian societies of which I am an unworthy member.

But I will say no more at present; I reserve something for another visit, and we have an object of real curiosity before us." While he was thus speaking, he led the way briskly through one or two rich pasture-meadows, to an open heath or common, and so to the top of a gentle eminence.

"Here," he said, "Mr.Lovel, is a truly remarkable spot." "It commands a fine view," said his companion, looking around him.
"True: but it is not for the prospect I brought you hither; do you see nothing else remarkable ?--nothing on the surface of the ground ?" "Why, yes; I do see something like a ditch, indistinctly marked." "Indistinctly!--pardon me, sir, but the indistinctness must be in your powers of vision.

Nothing can be more plainly traced--a proper agger or vallum, with its corresponding ditch or fossa.