Editorial Correspondence ct he Lo,ceN Jour.

\ Visit to AbbO!SfOrd.
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Newcastle upon Tyne, which is distant from

 Edinburgh one hundred and eight miles,

 and the fare on the outside of the coach was eighteen shIllingS, about four dollars and fifty cents. The coach guard goes through

 all the way, but the drivers change every

 thirty miles. Each coachman gets a shil- ling when he leaves the coach from all the

 passengers; the guard gets his shiilngS

 when the passengers leave the coach. Although had booked through the whole

 way, it was win a Stirulatic that might stay at MelrOSe until the coach of the sue ceeding day cAme along. Bv this arrange

 ment, had ample time to visit Abbo,Stord and the interesting ruins in the neighbor- hood.

 Our coach passed out of Edinburgh by what believe is called the South road, lea wing Ar hur's Seat and the Garland Crags on our left. The road was lined on each side by rich cultivated fields and gentle mems parks Three miles from Edinburgh we passed the mouldering ruins of Craig Mil Ter Castle, striking and picturesque, adding s0mhre variety and interest to the scenery In Olden times, this Castle was often the res idence of the Kings and Queens of Scot Plani. Further on, we came to the heauti full Esk, which we crossed. Fifteen miles from Edinburgh, we came to Dalkei,h, an old town and one of the greatest grain mar ke,s in Scotland. A number of the Scot ti>h nobility live in this vicinty-among others, the Duke of Buccleuch. After get ting past Dalkeith, we came into a wild, moor like country. Soon, however, the scene began 10 shift, and in hort time we were in the valley of the Gala, one of the streams of old Scotland which Burns has made classic. Who that has heard will ev. CT forget his inimiIable song oc the Braw braw lads o'Gala wa,er'9 The Gala wa fer is small :iyulet with gravely bed the water is clear and sparkling. The land in the valley is somewhat broken. yet high iy cultivated. The road ran by the margin of the river all he way until we came to Gala.hieds, manufacturing town of con siderable importance. This is where the Gala Plaids ale made. The fields in the viz cini,y of the manuIaciories presented gay appearance as we approached. from the long mes Otien,er bars on which the gay tartan of Gala were houked out 10 dry. We only stayed here long enough nrhange the mail

 ihree miles further on brought us in sight of the Tweed, in which the Gala falls. Ab- b"lSlOrt, the home of Scott, is situated up the Tweed. about two miles above where the Gala wat.r falls into the Tweed and we had a fine view of this most interesting home of genius. with its mineret-lke tow CTS rising up amid the rich green foliage uf the trees with wlich it seemed embosom- ed, as we descended the hill, at the foo, of which was a stone srched bridge, which :c.N N,l,, lo,., | the author M Wavetly-to wander over lhe fields he had wandered over, and among the trees which he had planted, had been enc of the day dreams of my whole life, and an, unable to dcscrbe my feelings as drew nigh to the spot and my eyes for the first time res,ed HI On the high walls Cf Abbo,s- ford.

 The point where we crossed the Tweed is about one mile from Melr ,Se. and one mile from Abbo,sford The guard, when in. formed him of my desire to go down 10 Ab bottSfurd, said had better get of, the coach at the bridge and thus save the walk back. He promised tO leave my trunk a ihe public house ana speak for me room. l took hiS advice and left the coach at the place he mentioned. A narrow sort of by-rOad bran ches off here towards A5botStOrd, down which started on foot, having first deposited my great coat in a cottage, near by, in the charge of an elderly gentleman whom fouud reading his Bible. The day was one of the most pleasant had seen in Scotland, and the charming scenery of the Tweed ard the Gala never appeared more lovely. A walk of twenty minnteS brought me to small gate, close by which a man and wO-

 l. s.I hxa had of tree by the way-side, and who by their Sv: thy complexion anC wild rowing look at once decided were of the Gip>y tribe, perhaps de>cendan,s f" Meg MerriIliees." or the clan of the |" Kahn of Derncleunoh." On the other side of the road, opposite 70 them, " cuddy" ass was nipping the green herbaGe. It had on pannier. on which were p.lel load of heather be>oms. l ask cd the man the way to Abbotsford, and he pointed to the green gate, through winch passed and entered small woodland park, following the path, walk of five minutes, hrous hl me to the archway through which is the entrance to the court yard and hlli door of the man who wrote Marmion and Ivahhoe.

 The courtyard contains perhaps half an acre. IL is enclosed With high wall on which vines and creeperS are trained. Tlere are niches here and there in the wall in which are placed grote~que images. On the further side of the courtyard is the garden which appeared to he kept in first rate or der l shall not attempt to des'ribe the building. IL is a huge pile, built without much regard to the established rules of ar chitecture. ltseemed to nre a mixture M all the various orders. The effect of the whole was, however, pleasant. Near the entrance door was the figure of large hound, cut ou, of stone, likeness of Sir Walters favor iie dog, of whom Washington Irving speaks in his AbbotsfOrd As 1 was about tn ring tho bell to gain admitlaRce inside, carriage drove up in which were several gentlemen and ladies who had come, like myself 10 see the place. A fue looking lady, dressed in black, admitted us inside and showed us around.

 shall not attempt to give you descrip- ton If all saw there-l would as scon un dertakc to give yoa an inventory of the Bos ton Museum. The first room you enter is what is called the armOry, in which are