256 PETER SPENCE 



I love to look on a handsome girl, 



(And many a one I see), 

 When a smile on her ruby lips doth curl, 

 And I love when she looks at me, 



I love to engage in a friendly debate 

 With one who will argue by rule, 



I love to hear others my praise relate ; 

 Who does not, may say I'm a fool." 



Perth must have been a happy scene for a 

 youth of Peter Spence's tastes ; its history, 

 going back to the days of the Romans, who 

 discovered in the Tay another Tiber, and in 

 the celebrated plain, the North Inch, another 

 Campus Martius, its antiquities, its traditions, 

 its romance, and, above all, the beauty of its 

 site. 



Sir Walter Scott writes : " One of the most 

 beautiful points of view which Britain, or 

 perhaps the world can afford, is the prospect 

 from a spot called the Wicks of Baiglie. 

 There stretches the valley of the Tay, 

 traversed by its ample and lovely stream ; 

 the town of Perth, with its two large meadows 

 or Inches, its steeples, and its towers; the 

 hills of Montcrief and Kinnoul faintly rising 

 into picturesque rocks, partly clothed with 

 woods ; the rich margin of the river, studded 



