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LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
old Marquis, now looking with their smooth grey boles, 
and overhanging branches, like the cloisters of an 
abbey;—the vale of Esechasan, to which, on the even¬ 
ing before his execution, the Earl wrote such touching 
verses ;■—the quaint old kitchen-garden ;—the ruins of 
the ancient Castle, where worthy Major Dalgetty is said 
to have passed such uncomfortable moments;—the 
Celtic cross from lone Iona:—all and everything I 
showed off with as much pride and pleasure, I think, as 
if they had been my own possessions; and the more so 
as the Icelander himself evidently sympathised with 
such Scald-like gossip. 
Having thoroughly overrun the woods and lawns 
of Inverary, we had a game of chess, and went to 
bed pretty well tired. 
The next morning, before breakfast, I went off in a 
boat to Ardkinglass to see my little cousins; and then 
returning about twelve, we got a post-chaise, and cross¬ 
ing the boastful Loch Awe in a ferry-boat, reached 
Oban at nightfall. Here I had the satisfaction of find¬ 
ing the schooner already arrived, and of being joined by 
the Doctor, just returned from his fruitless expedition to 
Holyhead. 
