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and was quite at my service. The warmth of his 

 kindness I never can forget. He took me all over 

 Edinburgh, and gave me a history and explanation 

 of everything he thought worthy of notice. Having 

 parted from him with his best and warmest wishes, 

 I rose early on the next morning and walked to 

 Glasgow. After leaving my bundle at the inn 

 there, to which Mr. Robertson had also recom- 

 mended me, I took a ramble through the city. 

 There I fell in, by chance, with an old acquaint- 

 ance, Alexander Steedman, a clever cutler, who 

 had lodged with me at Ned Hatfield's, and who I 

 supposed was dead long ago. He was not like 

 me; he could drink plenty; so that I was at no loss 

 what to do at this inn, as I had been in Edinburgh. 

 He called upon me next morning along with a 

 curious and well-informed man, when they showed 

 me everything they thought worthy of notice in 

 Glasgow, which, though a large city, containing 

 many handsome buildings, I was not so charmed 

 with as I had been with Edinburgh. 



From Glasgow, I set off to Dumbarton; and, on 

 my way, took as good a survey of the country, and 

 whatever was new to me, as I could. My landlord 

 at Dumbarton had seen a deal of the world, either 

 as a soldier or a gentleman's servant, and was very 

 communicative; and I think I spent the next day 

 with him, in walking about and viewing everything 

 that he could think of that might please or 

 entertain me. After leaving him, I wished much 

 to see the printing at the cotton works, and the 

 print fields, as they were called, on the river 

 Leven, near Dumbarton. To these, however, I 

 could not get admission ; so I kept passing onward, 

 up the Leven, till Smollett's monument, near the 



