embosomed in old trees
Near Renton, on the banks of the Leven, I saw a little neighborhood,
embosomed in old trees. ‘There,’ said our captain, ‘Smollet was born.’ A
column has been erected to his memory in the town of Renton, which we saw
as we passed. The forked rock, on which stands Dumbarton Castle, was now
in sight overlooking the Clyde; we were whirled into the town, and in a
few minutes were on board a steamer which, as evening set in, landed us at
Glasgow.

• But this is not all; this lovely, babbling brook fills a large pond,
• In the evening two or three gentlemen were present, and Marguerite sang
• Hudson was sitting between two constables, and was being inspected by a
• Jimmy Carr on The Christian O'Connell Breakfast Show