or cause were serious, and ended her visit by requesting that her good man might be permitted to show him the best pools for salmon, and the best burns for trout, as the day, of all others, was made for sport.

"A week thus elapsed: the stranger ate little and drank less; and if the hints which were thrown out by the servant-lassie were true, he slept not at all, but passed the night in pacing his apartment. On some occasions, when the weather was brilliant, he never left the house; on others, though boisterous and wet, he was seen miles up the glen, sometimes with gun or fishing-rod in hand, and always accompanied by his faithful dog; but game or fish he never brought home. To not a soul was he ever known to speak unaccosted; but when addressed, his replies were ever kind and gentle, as his hand was ever open to calls of charity; and consequently his person was soon known to the poor in the glen; and, save that his manner was eccentric, there were few who passed him without a feeling of respect and recognition of courtesy."

But we must conclude this painful tale; and we scarcely know why we have introduced it here, save that we listened to it from rough lips, which uttered words which came from a feeling heart; and this during a sporting excursion which memory ever recalls with interest too faithful to be forgotten. Moreover, we cannot but believe that to few of our readers—indeed, we earnestly trust there lives not one to whom its reality may give one moment's pang. "Twelve days had elapsed since the sportsman's arrival in the glen, when late one night-indeed, at the very moment the house was about to be closed-a chaise drove up to the door, also from Fort William. In the interior sat a lady, but so muffled up that it was impossible to distinguish her countenance : in fact, save from her light and youthful figure, it would have been difficult to decide whether she were young or old. She requested in a few words to be informed if an English gentlemen was residing in the house; and having received a reply in the affirmative, begged to be shown to his room. This request was complied with. But over the scene of agony which there was said to have taken place we must beg to draw a veil; for this simple reason, we relate only from hearsay, which can seldom be depended on; and it is just possible, though we trust not probable, that there may be some one now living on whom such memories might fall heavily and painfully, and we desire to be the last to inflict such blow. All, therefore, we shall say is this, that ere morning dawned, with a countenance depicting intense anguish and remorse, still with a firmness, as if compelled to perform a duty for which he had for the last time braced the shattered nerves of his frail existence, rather than as one of pleasure, the stranger led back the lady, still closely wrapped, to the chaise, into which, with heart-rending sobs, she threw herself. It drove away, and he, returning to his apartment, refused all offers of aid or attendance, locked his door, and was alone.

The few additional circumstances connected with this melancholy tale may be soon told not, however, without sorrow and sadness. On going to his apartment rather later than usual on the following morning, his door was still found secured. To this fact, however, little heed was given; a simple remark being made that the poor gentleman was doubtless fatigued after the occurrences of the night. When hours, however, had elapsed, and still no sign was given of his stirring, the landlady repaired herself to learn the cause; but still finding the door locked, she became

alarmed, and immediately requested her husband to place a ladder to the window. He did so, when a horrid scene presented itself. On the floor, half-dressed, lay extended the lifeless form of him who, during his short residence in the glen, by his mild and gentle manners and bearing, had made himself a general favourite. On the floor, covered by his life-blood, lay an open razor; and by his side, with eyes literally tearful, was found the first to welcome the last to forsake the everfaithful friend of man-his dog."

To those who may, either for sport or other pleasure, perchance to pass by this fair glen, we will merely observe that in the basin of Loch Leven there are several islands. One of these is called St. Mungo's Isle, and has long been used as a burying-place. It consists of two hillocks, one of which is appropriated to the inhabitants of Glencoe, the other to the people of Lochabar. These spots have much local interest, and carry with them many tales of Scottish history. In the former may now be seen an unostentatious stone, on which will be found the following simple inscription:" E. L. Born A. D. 17-; died 18-. Travellers, pass it not without a tear."

But let us now turn to scenes more bright to the mind, more pleasing to the memory of Highland sports and Highland quarters. "What's that?" A bounce and a plash. "By Job! we have him." And a fine salmon-trout of 3-lbs. weight was gently deposited in the boat; and in a few minutes more our keel grated on the stony shore, which told us we had reached the territory of the Laird of Glenmoriston, the extremity of whose park or domain is watered on the south side by Loch Ness, and to the west by the waters of the rapid and beautiful river of Moriston, which flows o'er many a rock and stone, through the magnificent glen of that name, and at the entrance of which we landed at Invermoriston.

"Yet live there still who can remember well

How, when a mountain-chief his bugle blew,
Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell,
And solitary heath the signal knew;

And fast the faithful clan around him drew."

We must decline entering into any save general details of the hospitalities so kindly and so courteously accorded to us by the amiable and high-minded owner of the interesting castle of Invermoriston, by whose family, as well as himself, we were so frankly and cordially made welcome. With regard to our first day's dinner, therefore, we will merely state, for those curious in such matters, that its excellency and abundance, for the time being, entirely obliterated from our minds the painful internal recollections most feelingly engendered by the last two days of our travels through a land of scarcity, as regards the wants of luxurious bipeds. Salmon from the lake, grouse from the hills, trout from Moriston, and venison from the mountains, groaned on the board. within; and without, on a terrace in front of the western dining-room window, groaned also, previous to our onslaught on the smoking viands so amply set before us, the discordant sounds of a bagpipe, to us a barbarous uproar of unmusical sounds; to those who admire it, doubtless, a delightful solo: therefore take your choice, readers, and no offence. The custom, however, is another question; to that we have no objection: it is sacred to the memories of days lang syne. And as regards the

piper, he was a fine specimen of a race who need yield to none in Scotland, and in the battle front his mountain-pipe might well sound savage and shrill, to

"Fill the mountaineers

With the fierce native daring which instills
The stirring memory of a thousand years."

In these peaceful days, however, when Highlandmen and cockneys cast their flies in the same salmon-pool, and vie with one another in stalking the red-deer, no such stimulants are required for an onslaught on a venison pasty. But we can have no second thought as regards the impropriety, we may say the unjustifiable indelicacy, of publishing to the world at large the domestic habits of individuals, rich or poor, by whom we have been received with kindness and hospitality, though their residence may be in a Highland glen, and not on Richmond Hill; we shall therefore leave to the imagination of the hungry and thirsty all further details of cuisine and cellar: they may fancy, if they will it, the peculiarly excellent fried potatoes and kippered salmon served up for breakfast; they may discuss also the length of Mr. Grant's nose, and the colour of Mrs. Grant's dress. We shall leave them in that peace and happiness in which we found them, and a continuance in which their Christian lives, and the deserved estimation in which they are held throughout the Highlands, we would fain hope may tend, with God's blessing, to secure it to them and theirs. For our own parts, we could have lingered long, had time and duty permitted it, among those, in whose hospitable mansion the spirit of true Highland cordiality reigns, surrounded by ease, elegance, and cheerfulness. On local and sporting matters, however, our pen may flow on without fear of intrusion. And as late one evening we stood by the Laird's side, at an open window in front of the castle, and looked on the bright and refulgent moon, which shone o'er the wide waters of the Ness, and beheld the dark and lofty mountains on its southern bank, we scarcely felt the chill night air, so interested were we with his kind information in reference to the historical annals of the spot, as well as with the details of its neighbouring sporting qualities.

The ancient castle of Glenmoriston, or Invermoriston, on the site of which the present mansion stands, was built by John Grant, more commonly called John a'Chragan, between the years 1440 and 1450. This bold chieftain, or clansman, as he might then more properly be termed, whose name stands pre-eminent in the history of those days, when bloodshed and neighbouring feuds were ripe among the clans, was the direct ancestor of the present owner, James Grant, Esq., of Glenmoriston, by courtesy or Highland custom, on all occasions addressed as Glenmoriston; indeed, when first introduced to his amiable wife, we are not quite satisfied that we did not hope Mrs. Glenmoriston was in good health, the name of Grant being quite out of the question in the Glen. In the year 1715, the above ancient strong hold was burnt to the ground by the troops of the government, and the whole property of A 'Chragan forfeited to the crown. Mr. Grant's grandfather, however, repurchased his own estate-at least such was literally the case; and he built on the blackened foundation a residence of wood, to replace the ancient pile of his ancestors.

The existence of this structure, however, was of short duration, for in the year 1745, the King's troops again applied the torch, and the wooden fabric blazed into light on the dark waters of the Ness, as a beacon for the gathering of neighbouring clans, that their chieftain was in danger. Such men as these, however, were not to be easily subdued by fire or sword, and once more the present interesting structure rose from the solid ruins of its ancient strength, from the remnants of which it was literally built, on the ashes of its predecessors. Nevertheless, the property was once more forfeited to the crown, and the name of Glenmoriston stood prominent in the list of attainted Highland proprietors for rebellion; but by the act, it is presumed, of some unknown friend to the family even to the present hour, his name was erased. And henceforth the heathered hills and dark mountains, fair fields and spacious domain of the Grants, are left in their peaceful possession. And may the well known loyalty of heart, liberality of conduct, and opinion of its present possessor, secure it to him and his heirs for ages. For any other details of this ancient family, to such of our readers who desire it we will refer them to a pleasing little book called "Ascanius, or the Wanderer," a work giving rather an interesting account of the Prince's wanderings after the battle of Culloden. That will tell them something, but a visit to the Glen will please them more. The present house stands on a lawn within two gun-shot of the waters of the Ness. Nothing can be more picturesque and sheltered than its present position. To the west the small park is encircled by the river Moriston, which, rushing over a beautiful waterfall within the pleasure grounds in the immediate vicinity of the castle, joins the lake below. The north or rear of the house is protected by lofty and wood-clad mountains, at the base of which a few houses repose, among which may be numbered a clean and comfortable little inn: the whole embowered in trees, mark the village of Glenmoriston as one scarcely surpassed in Switzerland by the wildness and beauty of its situation.

(To be continued.)

THE DISTEMPER IN DOGS.

TO THE EDITOR.

DEAR SIR,-With the exception of hydrophobia, the most fatal disease that attacks our kennels is the distemper; and the higher bred the dog is, the more severely he suffers; so that the greatest losses are among the most valuable of the species. This has induced me, through the medium of your Magazine, to communicate to your sporting friends what I have by long experience proved to be a certain preventive against that disease, or, in case of an attack, an almost certain cure.

For a great number of years I have kept white Scotch terriers, and Irish setters; and the blood being very pure, I have had so many

applications from my friends for pups, that I could hardly have litters enough. I mention this to show that my experience is not derived from a few cases, but from trials on a great number. I formerly used to lose two-thirds of the pups I bred, although using all the remedies given in different sporting works; but for the last ten or twelve years I have never had a single case of distemper in my kennel.

My plan is simply this: So soon as I take the pup from the bitch, I give twice a week doses of garlic, and I continue this treatment till the dog is a year old. After that, I consider him safe, as the disease generally attacks dogs between six and nine months old. While the pup is very young, a piece of garlic the size of a pea will be enough for a dose; and as it grows older, it may be increased to the size of a bean or hazel-nut. If at any time it should purge too much, the dose should be diminished. I need hardly say to sporting men that the kennel should be dry and warm, although airy.

In cases where the distemper has attacked a dog, I would give the garlic three times a week, or oftener, keep him warm and dry, and nourish him with soup. In nine cases out of ten this will effect a cure, and has been used with great success by veterinary surgeons to whom I have told the method. The mode of giving the garlic is to put it in a piece of butter in the dog's mouth, and hold the mouth. shut and the nose up till he has swallowed it, seeing that it is actually swallowed, and not spit out.

At

In cases where a dog has lost his hair from the mange, I have invariably reproduced it by rubbing in well equal parts of spirits of hartshorn and sweet oil, shaken together in a bottle. Laybach I saw one case of a dog that had lost his hair two years before, and this application restored it in about three months, and certainly quite contrary to my expectation.

Yours very truly,

ENGLISH SPORTS. ANCIENT AND MODERN.

BY LORD WILLIAM LENNOX.

W.

ARCHERY.

Although archery cannot be ranked among the principal sports of the present day, yet as there are a variety of toxopholite societies still kept up, and as these meetings are always attended, and the prizes contended for, by the fairer portion of the creation, we cannot exclude the bow and arrow from our catalogue of national amusements. Since the invention of gun and cotton powder-for we presume we must include the latter modern invention the bow and cross-bow have been in disuse both in battle and in what Byron calls "the faint image of war"—the chase;