Aug. 6.- Edinburgh to Kinross. At North Queen's Ferry we went to see a beautifully situated small place which once belonged to Captain Maconnochie, author of Australiana, now in Australia, and where his amiable and accomplished lady displayed her taste and skill in the flower-garden. The outer gate was open, and we passed through the whole place, including the lawn, shrubbery, and kitchen-garden, without seeing a human being. This, however, is not so rare an occurrence as one unaccustomed to see a great many places might imagine. We were much gratified with the situation of the house, entered from behind, the views from the windows in front, and from the walks in the beautifully varied grounds. The whole place, however, was in a state of comparative neglect. There is a curious piece of architecture in the little town of Inverkeithing, which we should have been glad to have had a sketch of. Pass Fordell, Sir Philip Durham's; the gate between two obelisks, each of one stone; and the road within raked in the manner almost peculiar to the Continent and to Scotland, and which has probably originated in the want of binding gravel.
