It was fresh from a shower, and now glittering and fragrant in bright sunshine.
This afternoon we pursued our way, passing through the plantations of Ochtertyre, a far more charming place to my taste than Drummond Castle, freer and more various in its features.

Five or six of these fine places lie in the neighborhood of Crieff, and the traveller may give two or three days to visiting them with a rich reward of delight.
But we were pressing on to be with the lakes and mountains rather, and that night brought us to St.Fillan's, where we saw the moon shining on Loch Earn.
All this region, and that of Loch Katrine and the Trosachs, which we reached next day, Scott has described exactly in "The Lady of the Lake"; nor is it possible to appreciate that poem, without going thither, neither to describe the scene better than he has done after you have seen it.

I was somewhat disappointed in the pass of the Trosachs itself; it is very grand, but the grand part lasts so little while.

The opening view of Loch Katrine, however, surpassed, expectation.

It was late in the afternoon when we launched our little boat there for Ellen's isle.
The boatmen recite, though not _con molto espressione_, the parts of the poem which describe these localities.