St. Andrew's square, because they are not all finished of hewn stone. The rough stone looks unhandsome; much like a comely face pitted with the small-pox.
Lord Moray's house stands pleasantly, and under the bank on which it is built is St. Barnard's well, a romantic little spot; but the simplicity of it is spoiled by a temple in the style of the Cybele's temple at Tivoli.
There cannot be much passing and repassing in the new town in summer, for in almost every street the grass grows.
The Canongate joins, and in fact makes a part of the High-street, in the old town, and leads to the Abbey; and a fine place it is, for every thing that is disagreeable. The houses are high, and chiefly inhabited by the lower order of people. As the street narrows on the left in going down, is a tottering bow-window to a house, whence Knox thundered his addresses to the people.
I never saw any thing like the swarms of children in the Canongate. I believe they do every thing but sleep in the street. It may be truly said that they are fat, ragged, and saucy: and it is not to be wondered at; for what can be
