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THE LADIES’ MAGAZINE OF GARDENING. 
September 11th.— 'Edinburgh to Roslin Castle. —This far-famed place 
we found, contrary to what is generally the case, far superior to what we 
expected. The chapel is as beautifully kept as Melrose Abbey, and 
nothing can be finer than the dell leading up to the castle, which is 
looked down upon from the windows of the building. In the garden of 
the castle we saw two yellow rose-trees ( R. sulphurea ), and there is a 
legend that the Earl of Roslin is bound to present yellow roses to any 
British sovereign who may chance to visit Scotland. 
September 12.— Duddingstone House. —Sir Adam Hay. All the ponds 
for which this place was once celebrated are now filled up, except one. 
The trees in the park are very fine; and those that stand singly are 
nearly twice the size, and certainly very superior in beauty to the others 
in clumps, which were planted at the same time. I was very much 
pleased with Lady Hay’s flower-garden, the gravel walks in which are 
said to be laid on mortar ; and, at any rate, they have been laid with 
Kensington gravel, brought to Scotland at a very great expense, and 
they are as fine and hard as the finest macadamised road. 
September 13.— Edinburgh to Haddington .—Our road lay through 
Musselburgh, along the sea-coast, to Gosford House, the seat of the Earl 
of Wemyss. The plantations here, which face the sea, are cut as if with 
a knife, sloping from the breeze. All the pine and fir tribe seem to have 
suffered severely ; some kinds of Pyrus not so much ; and the Sea Buck¬ 
thorn ( Hippophae rhamnoides ) not at all. The grand feature of the 
grounds at Gosford is a succession of ponds, surrounded by wood, so as 
to give an idea of inland scenery, and to shut out the sea entirely. Some 
years ago a magnificent new house was erected at this place; but, though 
it has not been completed ten years, it is deserted, and is fast falling to 
decay, being uninhabitable from the damp caused, as it is said, by the 
using sea-sand in the mortar. When we entered it, it was like going into 
a vault, from the chillness that hung about it, though the day was fine 
and dry. There is a very fine collection of paintings in the old house. 
September 15.—On this day we saw Whittingham, a fine place, beau¬ 
tifully kept; Biel, remarkable for its fine terrace gardens; Smeaton; and 
Tyningham, so justly celebrated for its fine woods. It was quite dark 
when we left the latter place ; and it was only by the aid of a guide, on 
foot, carrying a lantern, that we were enabled to reach the road in safety. 
Our horses could only proceed at a foot-pace; and I think I never saw 
anything more striking than the gigantic trunks of the lofty trees we 
were passing through, strongly lighted as they were, by the reflection of 
the lantern, while their summits were lost in gloom. 
September 16.— Dunbar. —We passed the morning most agreeably, 
