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The Rivers of Great Britain, Descriptive, Historical, Pictorial: Rivers of the East Coast
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Great Britain -- Description and travel; Rivers -- Great Britain
However Eildon got its present shape, it forms a singularly
picturesque object in the landscape. And the scene that lies rolled
out before anyone who chooses to climb either of the summits is one of
the fairest that mortal eye ever rested upon. To the south the view
is bounded only by "Cheviot's mountains lone;" to the north, by the
Lammermoors; eastwards, the Tweed valley, lustrous in its vesture of
green of many shades, spreads itself out for miles beyond Dryburgh
and St. Boswell's, although the stream itself, from its way of hiding
itself between deep and woody banks, is constantly vanishing from
sight; westwards, beyond Abbotsford, to give variety to the view,
the valley is less luxuriant, and the hills are larger, and instead
of being divided into trim fields and meadows, or covered to their
tops with bonny birks and hazels, present an unbroken surface of
pasture-land, relieved only by patches of broom. To the south-west the
outlying Ettricks keep ward over the valley where the shepherd-poet
roamed and dreamed; full in view to the north-west, at the foot of the
lovely Gala Water, is busy, brand-new Galashiels, blotting the blue
with its smoke, and in other ways as well "sinning its gifts;" while
nestling at the foot of the hill is Melrose, now a town rejoicing in
"suburbs" and a hydropathic institution.
The glory of Dryburgh Abbey is its situation and immediate
surroundings, in which it is certainly superior to Melrose, and even
to Kelso. To get to it you leave the public highway, cross the water,
and presently pace along a shady avenue, to find it at last bosomed in
trees, seated on a grassy flat that slopes gently down to the river,
whose music may be heard as its waves ripple by, almost insulating the
site--for nowhere, perhaps, does the Tweed curl into so many loops as
between Mertoun and Abbotsford. And Nature, not content with furnishing
an incomparable situation and almost incomparable surroundings, has
done her best with ivy and other creeping plants to hide the scars left
by the hands of violent men. What now meets the eye is the western
gable of the nave, a gable of the south transept, with a five-light
window, and a bit of the choir and north transept--sufficient to show
that the abbey was much smaller than either of its neighbours. The
transept and choir are First, the nave--rebuilt in the first half
of the fourteenth century--Second, Pointed, while the conventual
buildings, south of the abbey, show the transition from Romanesque to
Pointed. At Melrose there is not a vestige of the monastic buildings
left; here they are in better preservation than the Abbey itself.
The most perfect of them is the chapter-house, over against which
are some immemorial yews. The founder was Hugh de Morville, Lord of
Lauderdale and Constable of Scotland; the stone--an obdurate brownish
sandstone--was hewn from the quarry on the Dryburgh estate which
yielded its substance also for Melrose. Ravished and burnt by Edward
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