“I never saw any thing so beautiful!” said Ernest Wynn.
Every one talks of the Castle in Edinburgh, and the boys paid their first visit to it, and saw it in its morning glory. On the highest platform of the Castle, three hundred and eighty-three feet above the sea, stands the celebrated old cannon Mons Meg, made in Mons, in Brittany, in 1486. It had figured in so many wars and historic scenes, that the Scottish people came to regard it as a national relic. The site of the Castle is about seven hundred feet in circumference, and on three sides it seems just a bare rock, rising almost perpendicularly in air.
HOLYROOD PALACE.
The boys next visited Arthur’s Seat, a high rock on the top of a hill, in which there is a fancied resemblance to a chair. Queen Victoria climbed up to it on a recent visit. It commands a sweeping view of the sea, and the hills that encircle the city.
They next went to the old Palace of Holyrood, and were shown the apartments of the unfortunate Queen of Scots.
“There,” said the tall Scotchman who attended them about the place, “is the room where Rizzio was murdered, in the presence of Mary.”
They were told that a certain stain in the floor was the blood of the hapless man.