since Scott visited it. The old houses have given way to new houses. The old bridge is metamorphosed into something that might pass for a newish bridge. The banks of the river, and the lands of the park beneath, are so planted and wooded, that the pioneers would have much to do before a battle could be fought. All trace of moorland has vanished, and modern inclosure and cultivation have taken possession of the scene. When we bring back by force of imagination the old view of the place, it is a far different one. by his having to pass through Linlithgow on his way from Stirling to Edinburgh. Hamilton placed himself in a wooden gallery, which had a window toward the street, and as the regent slowly, on account of the pressure of the crowd, rode past, he shot him dead. Add to these scenes and histories that Hamilton Palace, in its beautiful park, lies within a mile of the Bothwell Brig, and it must be admitted that no poetess could desire to be born in a more beautiful or classical region. Joanna Baillie's father was at the time of her birth minister of Bothwell. When she was four years old he quitted it, and was removed to different parishes, and finally, only three years before his death, was presented to the chair of divinity at Glasgow. After his death Miss Baillie spent with her family six or more years in the bare muirlands of Kilbride, a scenery not likely to have much attraction for a poetical mind, but made agreeable by the kindness and intel When we picture to ourselves the Duke of Monmouth ordering his brave footguards, under command of Lord Livingstone, to force the bridge, which was defended by Hackstone of Rathillet, and Claverhouse sitting on his white horse on the hillside near Bothwell, watching the progress of the fray, and ready to rush down with his cavalry and fall on the infatuated Covenanters who were quarreling among themselves on Hamilton haughs, we see a wild and correspondent land-ligence of two neighboring families. She scape, rough as the Cameronian insurgents, and rude as their notions. The Bothwell Brig of the present day has all the old aspect modernized out of it, and smiling fields and woods speak of long peaceful times, and snug modern homes. To the left, looking over the haughs or meadows of Hamilton, from Bothwell Brig, you discern the top of the present house of Bothwellhaugh over a mass of wood. Here another strange historical event connects itself with this scene. Here lived that Hamilton who shot, in the streets of Linlithgow, the Regent Murray, the half-brother of the Queen of Scots. The outrage had been instigated by another, which was calculated, especially in an age like that when men took the redress of their wrongs into their own hands without much ceremony, to excite to madness a man of honor and strong feeling. The regent had given to one of his favorites Hamilton's estate of Bothwellhaugh, who proceeded to take possession with such brutality that he turned Hamilton's wife out naked, in a cold night, into the open fields, where before morning she became furiously mad. The spirit of vengeance took deep hold of Hamilton's mind, and was fanned to flame by his indignant kinsmen. He followed the regent from place to place, seeking an opportunity to kill him. This at length occurred never saw Edinburgh till on her way to England when about twenty-two years of age. Before that period she had never been above ten or twelve miles from home, and, with the exception of Bothwell, never formed much attachment to places. For many years Joanna Baillie was a resident of Hempstead, where she was visited by nearly all the great writers of the age. Scott, as may be seen in his letters to Joanna Baillie, delighted to make himself her guest, and on her visit to Scotland, in 1806, she spent some weeks in his house at Edinburgh. From this time they were most intimate friends; she was one of the persons to whom his letters were most frequently addressed, and he planted, in testimony of his friendship for her, a bower of pinasters, the seeds of which she had furnished, at Abbotsford, and called it Joanna's bower. In 1810 her drama, "The Family Legend," was through his means brought out at Edinburgh. It was the first new play brought out by Mr. Henry Siddons, and was very well received, a fortune which has rarely attended her able tragedies, which are imagined to be more suitable for the closet than the stage. There they will continue to charm while vigor of conception, a clear and masterly style, and healthy nobility of sentiment retain their hold on the human mind. HE scenery of the Naugatuck Valley | ing railroad, as seen from this point, that sents some of its boldest and most characteristic features. This portion I shall designate as "the Highlands of the Naugatuck." The illustrations which appear in this article exhibit some of its most striking and characteristic features. The above illustration represents the Falls of the Naugatuck at Seymour. It was in the vicinity of these falls that the Naugatuck Indians fixed their abode, and where the remnants of the tribe lingered until a comparatively recent period. The view looking up the valley from Seymour is peculiarly characteristic of the scenery of this region. It was sketched from a hill on the east side of the river, known as "The Promised Land." On the left of the engraving appears the railroad, on the right the old turnpike. So circuitous is the stream and its accompany Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, by Carlton & Porter, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of New York. an impossibility to penetrate through hills which appear so completely to shut in the view in the back ground. The singular and nearly cone-shaped mountain known as Rock Rimmon, presents a bold, grand outline, as seen from various points of view. It is the abrupt termination of the line of hills known as "the Beacon Hills," from the most considerable elevation of which Long Island Sound is distinctly visible at a distance of about fifteen miles. Tradition says that in Revolutionary times the beacon fire was kindled on these hills to give warning of approaching danger. The small cluster of houses and the large manufacturing establishment known upon this road as the Beacon Falls Station are most picturesquely situated in the midst of some of the wildest scenery of this portion of Connecticut. The extensive manufactory which appears in the cut is devoted to the production of the vulcan the railroad passes is here approached. | features so peculiar to those countries, but On the one side is the river, and above dark, stern, and frowning heights arise. The illustration which I present of a view near Beacon Falls, is of a point about one mile above that station, near the house known as the Sherman Place. At the distance of about half a mile from this place, in a wild gorge of the mountains, approached by a delightful walk following a small tributary of the Naugatuck, is Jones's Gap. This singularly beautiful spot is comparatively little known, but to the lovers of the picturesque it is well worth a visit. From Seymour to Naugatuck, a distance of about seven miles, every step of the way develops some charming point of view. The traveler by the train is so hurried through this singularly wild and picturesque scenery that he can form at best but an imperfect impression of its characteristic features. Indeed, there are few portions of Switzerland or Norway where the pedestrian is better repaid for a ramble through them. Like our American scenery in general, this lacks the Alpine in the picturesque and wild it is scarcely excelled in either. The view of Naugatuck which I present was sketched from a hill near the cemetery, upon the Waterbury turnpike. It can scarcely be said to be a general view, as the town is much scattered and built upon both sides of the river. It, however, gives a good impression of the central part of the village, Naugatuck was formerly a society of Waterbury known as Salem Bridge. In 1844 it was incorporated as a town under the name of Naugatuck. On the right of the cut appears the Congregational Church, a structure highly creditable to the place, which was completed in 1855. On the left is St. Michael's Church, (Episcopal,) and near these the High School. Naugatuck is a thriving place, with numerous manufacturing establishments, among which "Goodyear's Metallic Rubber Shoe Company" is the most prominent. Mr. Charles Goodyear, the well-known inventor and patentee of various articles manufactured from India-rubber, although not a native of Naugatuck, passed the earlier portion of his life at this place, with which his name is intimately associated. It was at Naugatuck that he developed many of his plans. Mr. Goodyear was born at New Haven in 1799, soon after which his father removed with his family to Naugatuck, where he resided up to the time of his decease. In 1834 Mr. Charles Goodyear engaged in the manufacture of gum elastic in the city of New York. To the American Phrenological Journal of December, 1856, I am indebted for most of the following facts, which are given in a biographical notice of this gentleman. Enthusiasm is pre-eminently an American characteristic. It was an enthusiastic love of liberty, and freedom to worship God without control or restraint, that led the Pilgrims and the Huguenots to abandon the luxuries of the Old World, to meet the privations of the howling wilderness, and to overcome the obstacles which threatened to make them martyrs. This spirit was seen in the Revolution, is evinced in the pioneer spirit which settles new territories and plants cities of wealth and enterprise on the far-off shores of the Pacific, making the solitary wilderness of the West vocal with the hum of industry, and "the desert to bud and blossom as the rose." This spirit inspired Audubon to bury himself in the trackless forests for years, to add to the science of ornithology the rich treasures of his discoveries, and thus to gather a plume for his brow from every wing that cuts the air, and to write his name with the quill of that imperial bird which his country had chosen as the symbol of her liberty. It was enthusiasm that warmed the blood of Kane and his companions, amid the eternal monuments of Polar winter; it was this same exultant energy which nerved the gallant Fremont to scale the frosty crags of the Rocky Mountains, to open to the world the golden gate of California. In every branch of industry this spirit is cropping out, indicating boldness, perseverance, and a self-sacrificing heroism that scorns hardships and mocks opposition. Fulton suffered poverty, privation, and ridicule, as he toiled earnestly to perfect |