They looked much at home, too, in the park at Inverary, where I saw them next day.

In Inverary I was disappointed.
I found, indeed, the position of every object the same as indicated in the "Legend of Montrose," but the expression of the whole seemed unlike what I had fancied.

The present abode of the Argyle family is a modern structure, and boasts very few vestiges of the old romantic history attached to the name.

The park and look-out upon the lake are beautiful, but except from the brief pleasure derived from these, the old cross from Iona that stands in the market-place, and the drone of the bagpipe which lulled me to sleep at night playing some melancholy air, there was nothing to make me feel that it was "a far cry to Lochawe," but, on the contrary, I seemed in the very midst of the prosaic, the civilized world.
Leaving Inverary, we left that day the Highlands too, passing through.
Hell Glen, a very wild and grand defile.

Taking boat then on Loch Levy, we passed down the Clyde, stopping an hour or two on our way at Dumbarton.