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S, I believe, the farthest point that Crom- 

 ,,i well went. He gave them the cabbage 

 plant and the English tongue ; for, they 

 say, they speak the language here better than 

 any other town in Scotland ; still there is a little 

 TWANG of the Gaelic accent with it. In the 

 months of tree foliage, I should advise all tourists 

 to walk out a mile, and view the river, and espe- 

 cially from Campfield, where, no doubt, those 

 lines of C. Mackay, well suggest themselves : 



Ye happy, happy trees, 



That in perpetual ease 

 Stand on the soil where ye as saplings grew, 



That lift your branches fair 



To the embracing air, 

 And feed on sunshine, rain, and morning dew, 



I would that I could lead, 



In all my thought and deed, 

 A life, ye happy trees, as beautiful as you. 



A very good view of the town has lately been 

 taken from this very spot, by an eminent artist. 

 Now, it is often observed by those who are 

 no fishers, that there is nothing new in it ; the 



