entirely." For such a man there was but one fate possible, and that was death. He was executed in the market-place of Aberdeen. Murray looked on at the death of his foe with that inscrutable calm which he preserved in victory and defeat--at his own death, as well as at the death of others. The Queen, too, was forced to be there. Before the axe fell, Gordon professed his unalterable devotion to her. Her presence, he said, was a solace to him, though she had brought him to destruction. The sight was too fearful for Mary, who, in a deadly swoon, was carried to her chamber. Even in her strange life-story there is nothing more terrible. Fotheringay itself is not so tragic. The last four miles of our well-nigh eighty miles' journey are, as noted, on the border of Aberdeen and Kincardine. Here the river enjoys a peaceful old age, after the wild turmoil of its youth. The water, still beautifully clear, moves placidly along amidst rich meadows; the near hills are low, with soft rounded summits. The dwellings of men give a cheerfulness to the scene. It is the very perfection of pastoral landscape. And then, at last, we come to Aberdeen and the sea. But on the wonders of that famous town I cannot here enter. Suffice it to say that our record of the Highland Dee is finished. FRANCIS WATT. [Illustration: BRIDGE OF TAY, KENMORE.] THE TAY. The Tiber and the Tay--History and Legend--Perthshire and the Tay--The Moor of Rannoch--Blair--Pitlochrie--Killin--Kenmore--The Lyon--The "Rock of Weem"--The "Birks" of Aberfeldy--Dunkeld and Birnam--Invertuthil--The Loch of Clunie--The Isla--Strathmore--Dunsinane Hill--Scone and the Ruthvens--Perth--The Views from Moncrieffe and Kinnoull--Strathearn and the Carse of Gowrie--Dundee--The Tay Bridge, New and Old--View from the "Law"--"Men of Blood" and Men of Business. "Behold the Tiber!" said the conquering Roman, when from one of the many 'vantage-grounds commanding the noble stream that sweeps past Perth, the Imperial eagles first saw as fair a scene as they had yet reached in their flight. The ardent lovers of the river--meaning all who know its banks well--have ever since felt, with Scott, half flattered by the traditional compliment, half scornful of the comparison of the puny and "drumlie" Roman stream with the broad, clear, and brimming Tay--the dusty Campus Martius with the green "Inches" of Perth--the featureless and desolate Campagna with the glorious stretch of hill and plain, water and woodland, overlooked from Kinnoull Hill or the "Wicks of Baiglie."