are so many turnings and windings, so many heights and hollows, so many glens, capes, and bays, that one cannot advance twenty yards without having the prospect changed by the continual appearance of new objects, while others are retiring out of sight.  The scene is closed by a west view of the lake, for several miles, having its sides lined with alternate clumps of wood and arable fields, and the smoke rising in spiral columns through the air from villages which are concealed by the intervening woods; the prospect is bounded by the towering Alps of Arrochar, which are checkered with snow, or hide their heads in the clouds.”

“In one of the defiles of the Trosachs, two or three of the natives met a band of Cromwell’s soldiers coming to plunder them, and shot one of the party dead, whose grave marks the scene of action, and gives name to the pass.  In revenge for this, the soldiers resolved to attack an island in the lake, on which the wives and children of the men had taken refuge.  They could not come at it, however, without a boat; one of the most daring of the party undertook to swim to the island and bring away the boat; when, just as he was catching hold of a rock to get ashore, a heroine, called Helen Stuart, met him and cut off his head with a sword; upon which the party, seeing the fate of their comrade, thought proper to withdraw.”

Loch Katrine is about ten miles long, and one broad.  Its depth in some parts is nearly 500 feet.  Its temperature, at the surface, is 62 deg., and at the bottom 40 deg..  The lake never freezes, and in winter is much resorted to by swans.

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PORTRAIT-PAINTING.

Painters of history make the dead live, and do not live themselves till they are dead, I paint the living, and they make me live.—­Sir Godfrey Kneller.

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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

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PRACTICE OF COOKERY,

Adapted to the Business of every day Life.  By Mrs. Dalgairns.

We like the title of this book—­there is promise in it, for practice is better than profession in any thing but the law of arrest.  We are gross enough too, in our hearts, not to like the name of a professed cook—­thank our stars, now nearly forgotten.  There is so much science implied in the name, so much theory, than which alone in cookery, at least, nothing is less inviting.  We should conceive the intention of this book to bring cookery home to the business of every man’s mouth—­his breakfast, luncheon, dinner, and supper practice, and heartily do we wish that all mankind were in a condition to avail themselves of these four quotidian opportunities of testing Mrs. Dalgairns’s book.