. A biographical dictionary of eminent Scotsmen. arets, is as dazzling white as snow), and enjoyingthe splendid scenery. I have no words to conveythe impression it has made on me. I felt, on myride, as if I had dropped into a new planet! Someparts of the hills, it is true, are bare; but whereverthere is verdure, it has a bold, gigantic richness, abrilliancy and odour, that mock even the produc-tions of our hot-houses. Never shall I forget myfirst ride! It was early morning: the blue Mediter-ranean spread a hundred miles beneath—a line offlamingoes shot over the wave—the white city blazedin the
. A biographical dictionary of eminent Scotsmen. arets, is as dazzling white as snow), and enjoyingthe splendid scenery. I have no words to conveythe impression it has made on me. I felt, on myride, as if I had dropped into a new planet! Someparts of the hills, it is true, are bare; but whereverthere is verdure, it has a bold, gigantic richness, abrilliancy and odour, that mock even the produc-tions of our hot-houses. Never shall I forget myfirst ride! It was early morning: the blue Mediter-ranean spread a hundred miles beneath—a line offlamingoes shot over the wave—the white city blazedin the rising sun—the Arabs, with their dromedariesloaded with fruits for the market, were coming downthe steeps. Around, in countless numbers, were thewhite, square, castle-looking country-houses of theMoors, inclosed in gardens; the romantic tombs ofthe Marabouts, held sacred, and surrounded withtrees and flowers, that are watered with a perpetualspring from marble fountains, where you see thepalm towering with its feathery tufts as high as a. Ing-avt^ l^ ■==-^^aian ^f^lD^iREW AIMTo THE ORIOIN/U. IN MAW3CHAL COLLEOE ABERDEEN BLACKir. fc SON GIASOOW EDUtBHROK t lOHDCSr THOMAS CAMPBELL ANDREW CANT. 31S minaret. . Then the ravines that run down tothe sea! I alighted to explore one of them, andfound a bui-n that might have gurgled in a Scottishglen. A thousand sweet novelties of wild flowersgrew above its borders; and a dear little bird sangamong its trees. The view tenninated in the dis-charge of the stream among the rocks and foam ofthe sea,— And where this valley winded out below,The murmuring main was heard—and scarcely heard short, my dear John, I feel as if my soul hadgrown an inch taller since I came here. I have athousand, and a thousand curious things to tell you;but I shall keep them all bottled up to tell you inFludyer Street—unless the cholera comes over it should, I have at least had some happy days;and the little void that I leave in the worl
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