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And lasses chanting o'er the pail, 

 And shepherds piping in the dale ; 

 And ancient faith that knows no guile, 

 And industry imbrown'd with toil ; 

 And hearts resolved, and hands prepar'd, 

 The blessings they enjoy to guard." 



Loch. Lomond has several tributaries, the princi- 

 pal of which are the Fruin, Gudrick, Douglas, Luss, 

 Finlass, Glenfalloch, and Inveruglass. The trout 

 in all these streams run very small, though numer- 

 ous. Anything in the shape and size of a fly will 

 tempt them. Ten or twelve dozen of trout may be 

 taken out of any of these feeders, in a very short 

 space of time. To ramble on their banks is most 

 delightful. The scenery in every direction is pic- 

 turesque and imposing. 



Should the angler feel disposed, a visit to the 

 lofty Ben Lomond will afford him inexpressible 

 delight. In the immediate vicinity, a few lines 

 were written on a pane of glass, in an inn, which 

 are very descriptive, both of the mountain itself 

 and the best mode of ascending it. 



" Stranger, if o'er this pane of glass perchance, 

 Thy roving eye should cast a casual glance ; 

 If taste for grandeur and the dread sublime 

 Prompt thee Ben Lomond's fearful height to climb, 

 Here gaze attention ; nor with scorn refuse 

 The friendly rhymings of a tavern muse. 

 For thee that muse this rude inscription plann'd, 

 Prompted for thee her humble poet's hand. 

 Heed thou the poet ; he thy steps shall lead 

 Safe o'er yon towering hill's aspiring head. 



