Country life -- England; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
Gretna Green to the borders of Northumberland and Berwickshire, this is
the case. Passing into Scotland by the Cheviots, we saw extensive woods
on the border lands of the Duke of Northumberland, Earl Tankerville, Mr.
Collingwood, Mr. St. Paul, etc. The cold and wild tract between Kelso
and Edinburgh presents cheering appearances of the extension of the
planting spirit. In the counties of Argyle, Ross, and Inverness, which
Monteith of Stirling, in his Forester’s Guide, particularly points out
as wanting wood, we were struck with the great extent of planting
already done. Every summer tourist up the Clyde sees how much the woods
round Roseneath have sheltered and beautified it--and the woods around
Inverary Castle are, to a great extent, very splendid--while all the
way thence to Oban you pass through mountain glens and over moorlands
enriched with woods. The Duke of Athol, about Athol and Dunkeld, has
planted upwards of 15,000 acres. The Duke of Montrose has been a great
planter. Sir Walter Scott was a diligent planter, as the young woods
round Abbotsford testify; and there are no moments of his life in which
we can imagine him happier than when mounted on his pony he progressed
through his plantations at his leisure, with his pruning-knife in his
hand. But what he did on his own estate is trivial to what he did by his
writings. He may be said to have planted more trees by his pen than any
man alive has with his spade. He himself tells us that the simple words
put into the mouth of the Laird of Dumbiedikes, and placed as a motto at
the head of this chapter, induced a certain Earl to plant a large tract
of country.
In the neighbourhood of Dingwall, Beuley, Beaufort,--from Inverness to
Culloden,--in short, in almost every part of the Highlands,--you find
extensive young woods of larch and pine. Many of these, it must be
confessed, have apparently been made with more regard to profit than
beauty. In many of the sweet straths, and along the feet of the
mountains, the long monotonous reaches of larch--an unbroken, unvaried
succession of pointed pyramids--present but an indifferent contrast to
the free slopes of beauty which the native growth of the birches
exhibits; dotting glens and embosoming lochs with a fairyland
loveliness. As they become large, and are thinned properly, or rather,
where they are planted thinly, on the plan of the Duke of Athol, this
defect may be remedied. Scotch firs, when large, assume a wild forest
majesty; and larches in mountainous situations, of an ancient growth,
have an Alpine sweep of boughs that is extremely picturesque and
graceful; but young crowded firs of any kind are too formal for beauty.
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