riage stopped under fine single trees, at the entrance of a beautiful wood; the noise of the Lin pointed out the way by a winding path to a very thick part of the wood, facing the Lin, which at once astonishes and delights. Lady Ross has made many judicious cuts in the wood to open the fall. But if her ladyship would make a rough and winding way, scarcely to be seen, or even steps in the rocks, from the first station on her side of the river to the bottom of the fall, I am sure the effect of looking up at the Lin would be wonderfully grand.
Nothing can be more beautiful, romantic, and rich, than the terrace hanging over the river, from the seat opposite the Corie Lin to the square stone stand erected to view the Boniton falls. The masses of rock confining the river on each side; the wood branching, feathering, and hanging over and down them in every form, beautified by the greatest variety of tints; and the river in its deep and narrow bed, rushing furiously amongst broken rocks; in short, it is one of the most enchanting walks of half a mile that can be met with on the face of the earth. The traveller must not be satisfied with viewing the Boniton falls from the square erection, he must
