NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 153 



Dean so fam'd for pike (though unfortunate for 

 trout) gulphs into Hay near Mighill bridg. 



Theoph. What place is this ? 



Arn. Old Drumkelbo, an ancient superannu- 

 ated castle, that adjoins to a certain moor called 

 Tipprofin ; which, in my opinion, resembles the 

 Stygean Lake, (rather than the Elizium fields) 

 whose solitary bounds are large and spacious, 

 mossy and boggy, full of pits and horrid black- 

 ness ; a resemblance (to my fancy) of the courts 

 of death. 



Now this Tipprofin got it's name from an un- 

 fortunate priest, that travelling those unfrequent- 

 ed tracts, accidentally fell into a mossy, moorish, 

 boggy pit ; which sudden disaster surpriz'd the 

 priest, and the rather, because, when to see him- 

 self plung'd into the arms of death, without any 

 prospect of timely relief, this made the poor 

 priest unlock the doors of his lips, that like dou- 

 ble diapazons unlock'd the air sooner than the 

 ears of the obdurate native, that inhabited the 

 verge of this solitary moor. So that by this 

 time finding his complaints insuccessful, only the 

 repetition of his dolorous cries from reverbera- 

 ting rocks and cavities of earth, it stirr'd up a 

 sorrowful silence in the priest, which at last led 

 him into a profound contemplation ; fancying to 

 himself he liv'd now in his grave, and every ob- 

 ject a Caput Mortuum. 

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