How many thousands of all lands where the English language is spoken will come and stand here in mute and pensive communion before the iron gate of this family tomb and look through the bars upon this group of simply-lettered stones! From Dryburgh I walked back to Melrose on the east side of the Tweed.

Lost the footpath, and for two hours clambered up and down the precipitous cliffs that rise high and abrupt from the river.

In many places the zig-zag path was cut into the rock, hardly a foot in breadth, overhanging a precipice which a person of weak nerves could hardly face with composure.

At last got out of these dark fastnesses and ascended a range of lofty hills where I found a good carriage road.

This elevation commanded the most magnificent view that I ever saw in Scotland, excepting, perhaps, the one from Stirling Castle only for the feature which the Forth supplies.