60 A VISIT TO TWEfci3SiDE IN 1833 



The Bridge is decidedly the finest point to take for a fine 

 view of Kelso and its adjuncts of luxuriant wood and clear 

 transparent water. Leaving the ruins of the abbey, station 

 yourself in the middle of the bridge and look towards Fleurs, 

 which with its wide spreading plantations (but I am forced to 

 confess ill-situated gardens) confines the landscape in that 

 direction. On the left, the eye takes in, in succession, the 

 inaccessibly situated castle of Roxburgh — the well known horn 

 of Scotland — and the veil of trees which conceals the modern 

 mansion of Springwood ; and although this must have been 

 the first object that has rivetted the attention, yet to preserve 

 something like order, we may now first mention that most 

 inchanting portion of this delightful whole, the junction of 

 the Tweed and Teviot. Nothing can be imagined equal to 

 the help which even the noise of their dashing waters gives 

 to that intoxicating feeling of bliss we usually experience in 

 viewing scenes like these. At the close of an autumn day 

 all nature seems fast falling into repose, the loud morning 

 roar of the mountain stream is confined to a low murmur, a 

 tuneful lullaby, and the sounds, even of the peasants' carts, 

 seem to have had a command of silence imposed on them. 

 The splendour of the sun, without its intense heat, is mellowed, 

 and diffuses a tinge of gold on all objects. It was just 

 such a day when I stood on the bridge at Kelso, and the 

 harsher sounds that now and then broke upon the silence 

 seemed a proof that the meeting of the two rivers was not 

 altogether amicable. 



Between the bridge and Fleurs, on the right, the view is 

 entirely made up of the town of Kelso, essentially a pretty 

 one, and I may add its epithet, of clean. The old ' calk,' or 

 chalk-heugh is now, ^:)ar excellence, the Terrace, and presents, 

 instead of its former cliffs, a neat row of houses, from the 

 windows of which there is another most charming view, 

 considered, by some, even prettier than that from the bridge. 

 The ruins of the old castle of Roxburgh are certainly seen 

 to more advantage, and the spectator is allowed a snatch of 

 the distant hills around Jedburgh; but these advantages do 

 not compensate foi- the loss sustained in other respects. 

 Below the Terrace we have a large modern mansion styled 

 Ednam House, and, a little further removed from the banks 



