1757. Tuesday, May 31.--I breakfasted at Dumfries and spent an hour with a poor
backslider of London, who had been for some years settled there. We then rode through an
uncommonly Pleasant country (so widely distant is common report from truth) to Thorny
Hill, two or three miles from the Duke of Queensborough's seat; an ancient and noble pile
of building, delightfully situated on the side of a pleasant and fruitful hill. But it gives no
pleasure to its owner, for he does not even behold it with his eyes. Surely this is a sore evil
under the sun; a man has all things and enjoys nothing.
We rode afterward partly over and partly between some of the finest mountains, I believe, in Europe; higher than most, if not than any, in England, and clothed with grass to the very top. Soon after four we came to Lead Hill, a little town at the foot of the mountains, wholly inhabited by miners.
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We rode afterward partly over and partly between some of the finest mountains, I believe, in Europe; higher than most, if not than any, in England, and clothed with grass to the very top. Soon after four we came to Lead Hill, a little town at the foot of the mountains, wholly inhabited by miners.
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