Rest, oh! rest--long, long upon the top, There 'hale the breezes, nor with toilsome haste Down the rough slope thy youthful vigour waste. So shall thy wondering sight at once survey, Woods, lakes and mountains, valleys, rocks and sea, Huge hills that heaped in crowded order stand, Stretched o'er the western and the northern land. FALLS OF INVERSNAID. An essential part of the Trosachs tour is the coach drive between Inversnaid on Loch Lomond, and Stronachlacher pier, where the steamer on Loch Katrine begins (or ends) her journey. There is one little loch on the way, from which emerges the Arklet, which runs into Loch Lomond, and forms the fine series of cascades of which the upper fall is shown in our view. There is almost no need to waste words in any description of this delightful scene, so well does the picture we present describe itself. We may say of it, in lines that Wordsworth has linked indissolubly with the place 'A very shower Of beauty is thy earthly dower * * * * * These trees, a veil just half withdrawn, This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent lake. * * * * * In truth together do ye seem Like something fashioned in a dream.' It may well be doubted whether the Highland girl, with her 'twice seven consenting years,' and her 'homely ways and dress,' would have enchained the sympathetic poet, had he seen her in some place less lovely, or less provocative of a feeling of poetic contentment. Be that as it may, it will be confessed that the scene, with or without a 'Highland Girl' to stir the strings of the heart, will remain impressed on the mind of every one who is sensible of the beautiful. And so we can join with Wordsworth, in the conclusion he arrives at, always excepting, if necessary, his passion for the girl of fourteen-- 'For I, methinks, till I grow old As fair before me shall behold, As I do now, the cabin small, The lake, the bay, the waterfall, And thee, the spirit of them all!' There are many remembrances of Rob Roy, truthful some of them, fanciful the rest, in the vicinity of Inversnaid. Not far off is Rob Roy's Cave, the entrance scarcely visible, while within there is a vast cavern, whence in fancy we may descry 'The wild Macgregor's savage clan Emerging at their chieftain's call To foray or to festival.'