JOURNAL 83 



Glasgow seems an immense receptacle of goods and 

 provisions. I went out to look for a bookseller, and 

 with difficulty found one — shop after shop interminably 

 — cheese, butter, hams, hardware, tallow, haberdashery, 

 drinkables, eatables, putonables, smokeables, snufFables, 

 and a profusion of abominables, but, it would seem, 

 very few readables, excepting bills respecting merchan- 

 dise and steam navigation. However, it is a fine city, 

 and doubtless as full of wickedness as fine cities 

 usually are. 



Steam- Yacht " Ailsa Craig," 



On the Clyde somewhere below Greenock, 



Tfiinsdm/, 51k September 1833. 



Between nine and ten in the morning I called on 

 Dr. Hannay, to whom I had a letter of introduction 

 from Dr. William Thomson, and who engaged to meet 

 me at the Andersonian Institution at one o'clock. I 

 then proceeded to the College, whence I was, however, 

 obliged to return, the INIuseum not being open. So I 

 had recourse to Nature, as I often have had under more 

 grievous disappointments, and betook myself to the 

 margin of the city, where I observed, opposite to St. 

 ]Mungo's Church, a monument-crowded eminence, the 

 inspection of which promised amusement, if not profit. 

 The little valley or hollow at its base showed strata of 

 sandstone precisely similar to those described as having 

 been seen yesterday. The hill itself is to be laid out as 

 a burial ground, and is named the New Cemetery or 

 Necropolis. On ascending I was somewhat surprised to 

 find it composed, excepting at the western base, of a 



