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counties. Hypericum pulchrum, im Scotland, takes the place 
which H. perforatum holds in England. 4H. pulchrum is not un- 
common in the south and centre of our island, but the localities 
where it is found, heathy, bushy, open places, are the exception 
and not the rule in England. In travelling from London to the 
south and south-west, where heaths abound, Hypericum pulchrum 
also abounds; but in travelling from London to the north and 
east, the same plant is scarce, because heathy places are so. H. 
perforatum is not uncommon in the east of Scotland; yet in 
Perthshire it was so uncommon that a single example was not 
seen in walks amounting in all to 250 miles, as has been already 
stated. Again, an Orchis by the wayside in England is about < 
as rare as a white crow: this phenomenon is occasionally seen 
in chalk-districts ; but to meet with half-a-dozen species of this 
Order in Scotland, either on the roadside or in the adjoming 
pastures, within a few yards of the road, is as common an occur- 
rence as blackberries in September. 
The Brig o’ Turk (by the way, there are two Brigs o’ Turk, like 
the Twa Brigs of Ayr and the two bridges of Stirling, the an- 
cient and the modern one,—we stick to the former), the Trosachs, 
and Loch Katrine are classical objects,—scenes that have been 
described by the greatest master of descriptive poetry; our puny 
attempts at description would be an impertinence, or something 
worse. But it may be told to our readers that the guide-books 
are in error when they tell us, “near the east end of Loch Ach- 
ray the road (to Loch Katrine) crosses, by the Bridge o’ Turk, a 
stream which issues from the vale of Glenfinlas, a desolate tract 
of ten miles in extent.” But there are two Brigs o’ Turk as there 
are two Simon Pures in the Play, “ A Bold Stroke, ete.”’; and the 
ancient one, which crosses the river not far from the Brig o’ Turk 
Inn, is the veal one. This inn has for its sign a representation of 
the headmost hunter, and the two well-known lines as a motto, 

“ And ere the Brig o’ Turk was won, 
The headmost horseman rode alone.” 
And there he is represented, as John Gilpin is before the Bell at 
Edmonton, while performing his equally celebrated ride to Ware. 
This road and this bridge, mentioned by the guide, were not when 
Sir Walter wrote his famous epic, which incited so many admi- 
rers of picturesque scenery to visit the spot, so romantic natu- 
