If I
Were Dying I Could Look At Them With Joy; They Are Lovely Beyond
Words To Tell.
I was on all the most celebrated and beautiful lakes.
I was rowed in
an open boat, by two Highland youths, from one end of Loch Katrine
to the other, and through those beautiful, high, heathery, rocky
banks at one end of the lake, called the Trosachs. These exquisite
rocks are adorned, and every crevice fringed and festooned with
harebells, heather, gorse, and here and there beautiful evergreen
trees. We passed by "Ellen's Isle," as it is called, the most
exquisite little island ever formed, a perfect oval, and all covered
with the purple heather, the golden gorse, and all sorts of flowers
and exquisitely beautiful trees. O, what a little paradise it is! A
number of little row-boats, with fine-looking Highland rowers and
gay companies of ladies and gentlemen, were visiting the island as
we passed. They show the oak tree to which they say Ellen fastened
her boat. It was beautiful to see the glancing of the sunlight on
the oars of these boats, and the bright colors of the shawls and
bonnets of the ladies in them, and to witness this homage to nature
and genius which they were paying in their visit to Ellen's Isle. I
was glad to join them, and do reverence too. The heather is usually
not more than two feet high, - sometimes higher, but often shorter;
but on Ellen's Isle it grows to the height of four and five feet.
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