The bonny Doon is the sweetest river I ever saw--overhung with fine trees as far as we could see--We stood some time on the Brig across it, over which Tam o' Shanter fled--we took a pinch of snuff on the Key stone--then we proceeded to the "auld Kirk Alloway." As we were looking at it a Farmer pointed the spots where Mungo's Mither hang'd hersel' and "drunken Charlie brake's neck's bane." Then we proceeded to the Cottage he was born in--there was a board to that effect by the door side--it had the same effect as the same sort of memorial at Stratford on Avon. We drank some Toddy to Burns's Memory with an old Man who knew Burns--damn him and damn his anecdotes--he was a great bore--it was impossible for a Southron to understand above 5 words in a hundred.--There was something good in his description of Burns's melancholy the last time he saw him. I was determined to write a sonnet in the Cottage--I did--but it was so bad I cannot venture it here. Next we walked into Ayr Town and before we went to Tea saw the new Brig and the Auld Brig and Wallace tower. Yesterday we dined with a Traveller. We were talking about Kean. He said he had seen him at Glasgow "in Othello in the Jew, I mean er, er, er, the Jew in Shylock." He got bother'd completely in vague ideas of the Jew in Othello, Shylock in the Jew, Shylock in Othello, Othello in Shylock, the Jew in Othello, etc. etc. etc.--he left himself in a mess at last.--Still satisfied with himself he went to the Window and gave an abortive whistle of some tune or other--it might have been Handel. There is no end to these Mistakes--he'll go and tell people how he has seen "Malvolio in the Countess"--"Twelfth night in Midsummer night's dream"--Bottom in much ado about Nothing--Viola in Barrymore--Antony in Cleopatra--Falstaff in the mouse Trap.-- [Glasgow,] July 14. We enter'd Glasgow last Evening under the most oppressive Stare a body could feel. When we had crossed the Bridge Brown look'd back and said its whole population had turned out to wonder at us--we came on till a drunken Man came up to me--I put him off with my Arm--he returned all up in Arms saying aloud that, "he had seen all foreigners bu-u-ut he never saw the like o' me." I was obliged to mention the word Officer and Police before he would desist.--The City of Glasgow I take to be a very fine one--I was astonished to hear it was twice the size of Edinburgh. It is built of Stone and has a much more solid appearance than London. We shall see the Cathedral this morning--they have devilled it into "High Kirk." I want very much to know the name of the ship George is gone in--also what port he will land in--I know nothing about it. I hope you are leading a quiet Life and gradually improving. Make a long lounge of the whole Summer--by the time the Leaves fall I shall be near you with plenty of confab--there are a thousand things I cannot write. Take care of yourself--I mean in not being vexed or bothered at anything. God bless you! JOHN ----.