TYNET BURN AND ITS ICHTHYOLITES. 



1 ' Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay 

 With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals 

 Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales 



Glide under the green wave " 



Paradise Lost. 



" The tender soil then stiff 'ning by degrees, 

 Shut from the bounded earth the bounding seas." 



DRYDEN'S Virgil. 



IN one of the long corridors at Gordon Castle 

 connecting the central or more ancient part of 

 the building with the wings, are placed two small 

 glazed cabinets similar to those containing coins 

 or mineralogical specimens in a public museum. 

 They stand opposite to each other, immediately 

 under two of the windows that light this passage, 

 and a better situation for displaying their con- 

 tents could not have been selected. Nevertheless, 

 so closely are the walls on either side studded 

 with the skulls and antlers of stags grimly look- 

 ing down on the passer-by as he proceeds to the 



