nt village known as the CLACHAN of INVERSTARVE. It is
supposed by various eminent antiquaries to have been the capital
of the Picts, and, amongst the busy inroads of commercial
prosperity, it still retains some interesting traces of its
former grandeur. There is a large fishing station here, to which
vessels from every nation resort, and the demand for foreign
produce is daily and steadily increasing.

"As a sporting country Glenmutchkin is unrivalled; but it is by
the tourists that its beauties will most greedily be sought.
These consist of every combination which plastic nature can
afford--cliffs of unusual magnitude and grandeur--waterfalls only
second to the sublime cascades of Norway--woods, of which the
bark is a remarkably valuable commodity. It need scarcely be
added, to rouse the enthusiasm inseparable from this glorious
glen, that here, in 1745, Prince Charles Edward Stuart, then in
the zenith of his hopes, was joined by the brave Sir Grugar
M'Grugar at the head of his devoted clan.

"The Railway will be twelve miles long, and can be completed
within six months after the Act of Parliament is obtained. The
gradients are easy, and the curves obtuse. There are no viaducts
of any importance, and only four tunnels along the whole length
of the line. The shortest of those does not exceed a mile and a
half.

"In conclusion, the projectors of this Railway beg to state that
they have determined, as a principle, to set their face AGAINST
ALL SUNDAY TRAVELLING WHATSOEVER, and to oppose EVERY BILL which
may hereafter be brought into Parliament, unless it shall contain
a clause to that effect. It is also their intention to take up
the cause of the poor and neglected STOKER, for whose
accommodation, and social, moral, religious, and intellectual
improvement a large stock of evangelical tracts will speedily be
required. Tenders of these, in quantities of not less than
12,000, may be sent in to the interim secretary. Shares must be
applied for within ten days from the present date.

"By order of the Provisional Committee,
"ROBT. M'CORKINDALE, _Secretary_."

"There!" said Bob, slapping down the prospectus on the table, with the
jauntiness of a Cockney vouchsafing a pint of Hermitage to his
guests--"What do you think of that? If it doesn't do the bus