mountain and forest, in this sententious and emphatic couplet, "And our the Month they chaised him than 'Till the wood of Lunfanan." When the victory was completed, we are told that they cut off his head, and bore it to King Malcolm at Kincardine--a pleasant village on the banks of the Dee, about ten miles from Lunfanan. This same Lunfanan is a spot which it requires particular taste to love, and yet we have perambulated it not without interest. The Chroniclers speak of it as a forest, but the highest elevations are now generally bare of trees, save where in a few sheltered hollows the birches cling to the rocks. The hills are of considerable height, but round and bare, with few precipices, and little character of outline; but the glens between the hills are sheltered and well cultivated, each is enlivened by a small stream, and still more enlivened by the scanty population seeking the shelter of the recesses of the glen, and making it populous amid the waste. But we shall afford a better description than our own, in a few lines from "The Fortunate Shepherdess," by a poet who lived in a glen not far distant--Alexander Ross. It will be admitted, by the way, that our poetical quotations to-day are not of a hackneyed kind, whatever other censure they may incur. "The water keely on a level sleed, Wi' little din, but couthy what it made: On ilka side the trees grew thick and strang, And wi' the birds they a' were in a sang; On ev'ry side, a full bow-shot and mair, The green was even, gowany, and fair; With easy sklent, on ev'ry hand, the braes, To right well up, wi' scattered busses raise, Wi' goats and sheep aboon, and ky below, The bonny braes a' in a swarm did go."