Last Evening we came round the End of Loch Fyne to Inverary--the Duke of Argyle's Castle is very modern magnificent and more so from the place it is in--the woods seem old enough to remember two or three changes in the Crags about them--the Lake was beautiful and there was a Band at a distance by the Castle. I must say I enjoyed two or three common tunes--but nothing could stifle the horrors of a solo on the Bag-pipe--I thought the Beast would never have done.--Yet was I doomed to hear another.--On entering Inverary we saw a Play Bill. Brown was knocked up from new shoes--so I went to the Barn alone where I saw the Stranger accompanied by a Bag-pipe. There they went on about interesting creaters and human nater till the Curtain fell and then came the Bag-pipe. When Mrs. Haller fainted down went the Curtain and out came the Bag-pipe--at the heartrending, shoemending reconciliation the Piper blew amain. I never read or saw this play before; not the Bag-pipe nor the wretched players themselves were little in comparison with it--thank heaven it has been scoffed at lately almost to a fashion-- Of late two dainties were before me placed Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent, From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent That Gods might know my own particular taste: First the soft Bag-pipe mourn'd with zealous haste, The Stranger next with head on bosom bent Sigh'd; rueful again the piteous Bag-pipe went, Again the Stranger sighings fresh did waste. O Bag-pipe thou didst steal my heart away-- O Stranger thou my nerves from Pipe didst charm-- O Bag-pipe thou didst re-assert thy sway-- Again thou Stranger gav'st me fresh alarm-- Alas! I could not choose. Ah! my poor heart Mumchance art thou with both oblig'd to part. I think we are the luckiest fellows in Christendom--Brown could not proceed this morning on account of his feet and lo there is thunder and rain. [Kilmelfort,] July 20th.