But here the advantages are immense; you can fly through this dull trance from one beautiful place to another, and stay at each during the time that would otherwise be spent on the road.

Already the artists, who are obliged to find their home in London, rejoice that all England is thrown open to them for sketching-ground, since they can now avail themselves of a day's leisure at a great distance, and with choice of position, whereas formerly they were obliged to confine themselves to a few "green, and bowery" spots in the neighborhood of the metropolis.

But while in the car, it is to me that worst of purgatories, the purgatory of dulness.
Well, on the coach we went to Perth, and passed through Kinross, and saw Loch Leven, and the island where Queen Mary passed those sorrowful months, before her romantic escape under care of the Douglas.

As this unhappy, lovely woman stands for a type in history, death, time, and distance do not destroy her attractive power.

Like Cleopatra, she has still her adorers; nay, some are born to her in each new generation of men.