fect. Among the various relics which Sir Walter has
contrived to collect, may be mentioned the door of the old Tolbooth of
Edinburgh, which, together with the hewn stones that composed the
gateway, are now made to figure in a base court at the west end of the
house."[10]

[8] Sir Walter possessed a practical as well as theoretical
knowledge of Landscape Gardening, as may be seen in a
valuable paper contributed by him to No. 47, of the
_Quarterly Review_. The details of this paper were,
however, disputed by some writers on the subject.

[9] Communicated to No. 199, of _The Athenaeum_. The mansion
was built from designs by Atkinson. Sir Walter may,
however, be termed the amateur architect of the pile, and
this may somewhat explain its irregularities. We have been
told that the earliest design of Abbotsford was furnished
by the late Mr. Terry, the comedian, who was an intimate
friend of Sir Walter, and originally an architect by
profession. His widow, one of the Nasmyths, has painted a
clever View of Abbotsford, from the opposite bank of the
Tweed; which is engraved in No. 427, of _The Mirror_.

[10] Picture of Scotland, by Chambers.

[Illustration: (_Armoury_.)]

It would occupy a whole sheet to describe the _interior_ of the
mansion; so that we select only two apartments, as graphic memorials
of the lamented owner. First, is the _Armoury_, (from a coloured
lithograph, published by Ackermann)--an arched apartment, with a
richly-blazoned window, and the walls filled all over with smaller
pieces of armour and weapons, such as swords, firelocks, spears,
arrows, darts, daggers, &c. These relics will be found enumerated in a
description of Abbotsford, in _the Anniversary_, quoted in vol. xv. of
the _Mirror_. The second of the _interiors_ is the poet's _Study_--a
room about twenty-five feet square by twenty feet high, containing of
what is properly called furniture, nothing but a small writing-table
and an antique arm-chair. On either side of the fire-place various
pieces of armour are hung on the wall; but, there are no books, save
the contents of a light gallery, which runs round three sides of the
room, and is reached by a hanging stair of carved oak in one corner.
There are only two portraits--an original of the beautiful and
melancholy head of Claverhouse, and a small full-length of Rob Roy.
Various li