get close to and under those falls; they are three in one, and very charming. Every part of Boniton is well worth seeing; the prospects are not of the extensive kind, but they are infinitely delightful to a painter's eye. Were I to break the tenth commandment, most undoubtedly it would be in coveting Lady Ross's house and possessions at Boniton.
The town of Lanerk is sweetly situated; but all to the east of it, except just on the banks of the Clyde, is wild and dreary. Within half a mile to the north of Lanerk runs the Mouse, a very wild small river: on its banks are many romantic spots, particularly one called Borronauld, close to the Cartland Crags. A neat small house stands in the hollow of a hill, high above the Mouse; in front, below the dwelling, is a lovely sweep of the river; over which, at a little distance, is a beautiful simple one-arched bridge of grey stone, so mellowed by the green and yellow tints of time and weather, that it was beautiful. I hope I saved it the torture of a white face-washing. A soft meadow is on the near side of the bridge, and rocks and wood wind on the river's southern bank before and behind the arch. To the left of the house is a rising hill, clothed
