Rob Roy MacGregor Campbell
The '45
Extracts of Statistics from the Annexed Estates for Western Strathearn (1755-56)
The Reports of the Annexed Estates (1755-69)
A Tour of Scotland - Observations
Seismic Activity (1789)
Account of 1791-99 vol-11 - Comrie, County of Perth
Archibald MacNab (1734-1816)
Henry Dundas (1742-1811)
Sir David Baird of Seringapatam (1757-1829)
Companion and Useful Guide to the Beauties of Scotland – Sarah Murray (1799)
Roman Camp, Dalginross – October (1800)
Flash from the Caledonian Mercury – September (1814)
I've a Boat to Catch (1818)
A Picture of Strathearn - John Brown (1823)
St Fillan’s Highland Society (1827)
Letters from the Distant Past (1831 - 1859)
Comrie, St Fillans and Monivard (1837)
Statistical Account: Parish of Comrie (1838)
The Glen Lednock Census (1841)
The Queen’s Visit (1842)
The Road to Comrie (1857)
For the Sake of Nelly Fergus (1860)
From an Unknown Guidebook-circa (1892)
Comrie (1895)
Tales of Derring Do
Soldier, Soldier, won’t you marry me wi’…
The Adventures of Paddy or Highland Peter
Ghoulie Tales
A Serious Business
Mail Order Bride
The Man with the Powerful Voice
Double Entry bookkeeping
Hey, Gie’s ma Haun…or Murder Most Foul
Kate Mackenzie's Terrible Deeds
Watty and Meg Drummond
The Fencibles
Deacon Reid
Amazing Grace
The Day of the Penny Wedding
The MacArthur's were there before the Hills
The Beggar's Badge
A Pane by any other name can be a Pain!
The Powder Keg
The Coo didnae hae ony Teeth!
The Green Lady of Glen Lednock
The Queen of Tynasithe
The Great Wall of Comrie
Whisky, You're the Devil
A Wee Rumble
A Whale of a Time
An Encounter of the Third Kind
Another Debate
Bosom Pals
Getting Stoned in Comrie
Hanging about Comrie
It's Whisky in the Jar
Picking Other Folks' Brains
Porridge for Breakfast
Tarred and Buttered
The Convert
The Debate
The Schism
The Levitation
The Twa' Brithers
There’s a Hare in my Soup
Yer bum's oot the Window

18th & 19th Century

From an Unknown Guidebook-circa 1892

The scenery of Upper Strathearn owes its particular charm of impressiveness to two main geological factors - the juxtaposition of the old Red Stone and the slates. There are the long, round-backed ridges of the Old Red; like that on which Crieff stands, or which hem in the Strath to the south and west. And behind these ridges shoot up, sharp and well defined against the sky, the pointed peaks and jagged crests of the slate formation. “How bold,” says the enthusiastic geologist who sacrificed his life in the Inverness-shire Highlands while in pursuit of his favourite science - Dr. Bryce we mean - How bold, how grand and picturesque these pointed peaks and jagged crests are - how wild and beautiful the forms into which their rocky masses are thrown - how natural and graceful is the sprinkling of wild wood that clings to the rifted sides, or creeps up their sheltered hollows - how suggestive is their whole aspect of the agency of mighty forces, which have rent the huge sheets of rock of which their very summits consist!”

Comrie and neighbourhood have been long celebrated as the chief seat of disturbance of the earth’s crust in the British Isles. These earthquakes have been recorded as far back as 1597, but the most notable of comparatively modern times occurred in 1789, 1799, 1821 (which was felt all over Scotland and even in the north of Ireland), 1839, and 1846. It has been whimsically said that the natives of Strathearn are quite accustomed to earth tremors, and in proof, the following anecdote is told of a Strathearn woman who emigrated to New Zealand. During a tremendous shock in that highly volcanic region, which alarmed all the colonists, and induced them to leave their houses in terror, our sturdy Strathearn woman remained in her rude settler’s kitchen in the sober pursuit of bread-making. When spoken to on the matter she with great simplicity replied, “An earthquake! Dear me! I thocht it was a horse rubbin’ his haunches against the house!”

The Rev. Samuel Gilfillan, father of the celebrated divine, was minister of the Secession Church in Comrie, and he recorded in his diary no fewer than seventy shocks between 1792 and 1814. “The most striking,” he says, “was on the 24th February 1799, and it is of the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed. It happened ten minutes before 2 p.m. I was preaching from Isaiah xlvii. 4, on the power of Christ our Redeemer, and was arguing from his raising of the dead at the Last Day that He possesses infinite power, when Lo! the shock came.” The good minister goes on to describe the noise as “awfully loud” and “awfully tremendous,” to remark that the church was full, and that a deep sigh pervaded the congregation.” There seems groundwork for the New Zealand story, though in 1839 the people were not so stolid, for on that occasion “they ran out of their houses, assembled in the Secession Church, and prayed till three o’clock in the morning.” A local observer, Mr. John Brown, writes in 1823: “the earthquakes at Comrie commonly happen in the wane or full moon; and if the wind blows high before a concussion, it always sinks into a calm till the shock be over, and then veers to the north. The rocky hill to the north of the village - Dunmore - seems to be the centre of the more violent shocks; and it is sometimes observed that before the inhabitants hear the noise, and feel the concussion, a grey mist is seen creeping near the mountains on either side of the plain, which is analogous to that which is seen in the mid-regions of Vesuvius, Etna, and Heckla, before the discharge of their tremendous contents. When this country is tremulous, things seemed to be pushed aside a little from the centre, and then suddenly to vibrate back to their former position; while the impetus is not (or but seldom) so violent as to overturn any fixed or solid bodies. Lighter substances have, however, been tumbled from their situation; and sonorous bodies have rung violently.”

Geologists have traced the origin of the earthquakes to the junction of the Old Red Sandstone and the slates. Comrie stands upon the slates, but close to a junction of the two distinct species of rock. The line of the junction crosses diagonally from Glenartney over the Monzievaird Hills by Ochtertyre and the south-east end of Loch Turret. In Glen Lednock, near Spout Rollo, a small track of granite is found isolated in the slate, and but a short distance from the lower edge of the Old Red Sandstone. Among the bottom beds, trap-rocks are abundant as well as along its upper margin. Hence Dr. Bryce concludes that the earthquake movements have a connection with these erupted masses. “Once upon granite, we know it is granite down to the central fire. May not, then, the plane of junction between our granite and the adjoining rocks afford a readier passage and outlet for the throes of that convulsive force, whatever it be, which resided deep down below the surface?”

Scientists, including if we mistake not Dr. Bryce, believe that at one time the glorious plain closed in by the Grampians in the north, the Ochils on the south, the Aberuchill Hills on the west, and Tomachastle and the Knock of Crieff on the east, was covered by the waters of the great loch; and that it was some convulsion or a long process of rock movement which opened up the eastern enclosing hills to the drainage of the now fertile and lovely strath. In that long ago period the eastern loch would be connected with the western through Dunira’s romantic glen, very much in the line of the present course of the Earn. The prophetic eye of the scientist sees in the future a similar disappearance of the grand expanse of waters of Loch Earn. When the eye is withdrawn from the sky-line with its magnificent variations of peak, ridge, and towering mass to the shores of the Loch, it must be confessed that these are wanting in picturesque outline. They are too uniform and unbroken, though redeemed from baldness by the infinitude of colour, of continuous forest and underwood. The peculiar charm, however, which attaches to an outline varied by promontory creek and bay is absent, except it be at the south-eastern end. Dr. Bryce points out that “the only projections are the river deltas, low shingly points covered with underwood and willows. They are rapidly forming opposite the openings of the glens; and the two largest, the Edinample and Glenbeich deltas, have jointly narrowed the lake by about 600 yards. Are they ever to meet and divide the lake into two unequal portions, and will the joint effect of all yet be to fill it up, leaving but a central stream?” The answer to these queries, however entertaining now as speculations, may be left to the tourist of millennium times.

As a tourist in the new millennium the answer is no, this did not happen!


The railway linking Comrie to the outside world was inaugurated in 1893 with much help from that irascible man, Colonel Williamson. This new mode of public transport condemned the local coach service to oblivion, and gone forever were the poste-chaises such as the Comrie Dasher! Dinners and accolades were heaped on him. He had connected, for better or worse, the village with the “OUT THERE” outside world. The major opponent for the project, Mr Graham Stirling of Strowan, had been roundly beaten. A new song came into vogue:


Hurrah for our Railway,

Success to it now,

We have looked for it long

And we’ve got it I trow,

Hurrah for the Colonel.

Who worked for our good,

And our noble Directors,

Who by him have stood

May we all be the better,

And none be the worse,

Since now we’ve gold hold

Of the grand Iron-Horse

May Comrie now flourish,

Her commerce increase,

And gentle and simple

Have pleasure and peace


We’ll welcome the rich,

We’ll welcome the poor,

And those will come now who were ne’er her before.

Our mountains are grand

And our Breezes are fine

And the birds they sing blithely

O’er woodland and sea

Our rills are like crystal,

As onwards they flow,

Our Earn it is calm,

It’s murmurs are low

Our Lednock’s a sight

Worth coming to see

And our Ruchill’s the bless

Of all that is free.

Our thanks to the Colonel,

So earnest and brave

For us and our railway,

He worked like a slave.

And now from our hearts,

We will earnestly pray

Success to us all

And our useful railway.

Move over McGonagall!

The new railway line was run under the auspices of the Caledonian Railway company and in 1923 passed into the management of the London, Midland and Scottish (LMS). The train ran between Crieff and Comrie cutting the travel times to around fifteen minutes. Its routing approaching Comrie was by way on the “Big Bend” on the north side of the River Earn. Later the line continued past Comrie to Dalchonzie Station to St. Fillans and onto Lochearnhead. Two miles from there it joined the Oban and Callander at Balquhidder Junction. For passengers going to the west coast, the routing was the long pull up Glen Ogle passing over the Kendrum Viaduct to Killin Junction at Lairig Ilidh, and thence west to Luib, Crianlarich, Tyndrum and Oban. The railway was never profitable – how could it possibly be with the population base, but it was beautiful! The scenery it passed through was amongst the finest in Scotland, and sad was the day when it was closed for ever.

Comrie 1903

Looking east down Drummond Street (originally Lednaig Street) from the roof of the White Church towards Comrie Station which was just round the corner at the far end. The Railway line ran parallel to Drummond Street about 300 yards to the left. It displayed a slight incline before meeting the bridge over the Earn for it’s onwards journey. The Big Bend is is in the distance.

First Train in Comrie Station, 1893 - Nearside Platform has yet to be built

The railway line crossing the River Earn and stretching away across the Ross towards St. Fillans

The route made a great sweep crossing over the Ross at the Sawdust Road and the Earn at The Pirn Mill, now the Bobbin Mill. We lived nearby in Glenview in the Ross, and it was sheer joy for all the wee boys and girls to wave to the engine drivers and their colleagues of the passing “Puffing Billies. We always got a wave back, and always even, a wee toot-toot! We WERE the railway children! And oh, how I miss that!

There was a siding at Dalchonzie Siding or sometimes Dalchonzie Halt. To stop the train all one had to do was either notify the driver or conductor that you wanted to get off, or put out one’s hand at the siding to alight.

Dalchonzie Siding or Dalchonzie Halt

It was here that the author’s uncle, Ian McNaughton, as a wee boy in the late 1920’s and early 1930’s he got to turn the big wheel in the signal box. He loved getting a run down to Comrie on the footplate. He spent his life working with the railway company.

St. Fillans Railway Station

Lochearnhead Railway Station, 1904

Kendrum Viaduct above Major Caulfield’s Military Road in Glen Ogle.

Killin Junction (originally Glenoglehead) McGonagall was here!

And this is what the great man wrote about the village of Comrie and Highland Strathearn.

William Topaz McGonagall - 1830-1902

Beautiful Comrie and Its Surroundings

Ye lovers of the picturesque, away, away!

To beautiful Comrie and have a holiday;

Aud bask in the sunshine and inhale the fragrant air

Emanating from the woodlands and shrubberies there.

The charming village of Comrie is most lovely to be seen,

Especially in the summer season when the trees are green;

And near by is Loch Earn and its waters sparkling clear,

And as the tourist gazes thereon his spirits it will cheer.

Then St. Fillans is a beautiful spot, I must confess,

It is really a picture of rural loveliness;

Because out of the quiet lake the river ripples merrily,

And all round are hills beautiful in shape and nothing uncomely.

The rocky knoll to the south is a most seductive place,

And in the hotel there visitors will find every solace;

And the flower-decked cottages are charming to see,

Also handsome villas suitable for visitors of high and low degree.

Then there's St. Fillan's Hill, a prehistoric fort,

And visitors while there to it should resort;

And to the tourist the best approach is from the west,

Because in climbing the hill his strength it will test.

And descending the hill as best one may,

The scene makes the tourist's heart feel gay;

And by the west side is reached a wooded dell,

And about two hundred yards from that there's St. Fillan's Well.

Oh, charming Comrie! I must conclude my lay,

And to write in praise of thee I virtually do say

That your lovely mountains and silver birches will drive dull care away:

Therefore lovers of the picturesque, away, away!

To beautiful Comrie and have a holiday,

And I'm sure you will return with spirits, light and gay,

After viewing the Sylvan beauties and hoary beeches there,

Also pines, ferns, and beautiful oaks, I do declare.


COMRIE - 1895

Local Government; Parish Church - Chairman, Col. D.R.Williamson; Clerk, Peter Brough, Esq.


Parish Year Parish Town

1831 2622 978

1861 2226 789

1871 1911 746

1881 1726 1038

1891 1529 870

Valuation: - 1891--£17,176

Hotels: - Royal, Melville Square--Mr. David Hamilton

McNeil’s, Drummond Street - Mrs. McNeil

Brigend, Dalginross - Mrs. Ferguson

Commercial, Drummond Street - Mr. John Stewart

Temperance Hotel, Dundas Street - Miss. Jane Drummond

Melville House Temperance Hotel, Drummond Street - Miss J.P. Stirling

Bank: Commercial Bank of Scotland - Agent, Mr. Henry Campbell

Places of Worship and Hours of Service:

Parish Church, Dundas Street - Rev. John MacPherson, 11.30 a.m.;

Free Church, West End - Rev. Arthur Crawford Watt, M.A., 11.30 a.m.;

United Presbyterian Church - Rev. Wm. Hall, 11.30 a.m. Note. - An evening service at 6.15 p.m. is held in the Presbyterian Churches in rotation. St. Serf’s Episcopal Church, Crieff Road, open during season, from May to October - the preachers being generally distinguished clergymen from England,- Lay Reader, Colonel D.R.Williamson, of Lawers - Services, 9 and 11 a.m., and 3.30 p.m.

Post and Telegraph Office: - Postmaster, David Miller. Open 7.30 a.m. till 8 p.m. Open on Sundays from 9 to 10 a.m. for telegrams and callers for letters.

Library and Reading Room: - Dundas Street (adjoining Parish Church) - Secretary - Mr. Thomas Duff. Open Tuesday evening, 7 to 8 p.m; Saturday afternoon, 2 to 3. Open to visitors. One month: 1s; six months 1s. and 6d; a year, 3s.

Recreation: - Comrie Golf Club - Secretary, Mr. Henry Campbell. Course on Laggan Braes, five minutes walk from the village. Open to visitors on small charge for weekly, fortnightly or monthly tickets. There is also a Ladies’ Golf Club, which plays over the same course, and welcomes visitors. Cycling Club: - Secretary, Mr. J. Stobie

Football Club, Camp Park-Secretary, Mr. Duncan McCowan, Dalginross.

Places of Public Resort:- The Deil’s Cauldron, 1 1/2 mile; Dunmore Hill and Melville Monument, 2 miles; Aberuchill Castle and Cascade, 2 miles, Roman Camp, Dalginross, 1 mile; Drummond-Ernoch, 2 1/2 miles; Strowan, 4 miles; Linn, on Ruchill and Tullichestle, 2 3/4 miles; Glen Lednock and Spout Rollo, 5 miles; Dunira, 3 miles. [For details of these places, see Excursions.]

Posting Establishments: - Royal Hotel, McNeil’s Hotel, and Mr. Duncan Comrie, Dalginross.

Coaches: - The Caledonian Railway Company’s Tourist Coaches run to and from Comrie and Lochearnhead, via St. Fillans, during the season from June to end of September. Coach from and to Crieff and St. Fillans three times a week in the summer season.

Medical Practitioners: - Mr. Charles D. Temple, M.B.C.M., Rathlin Villa, Dundas Street; Mr. Alex. Grant, M.A., M.D., Dalginross.

Lawyers: - Mr. J.D. Mitchell, B.L., Drummond Street; Messrs Robertson&Dempster.

Few towns in Great Britain can compare with Comrie for beauty of situation. The climate is mellow in the winter and spring months and pleasantly bracing in summer and autumn. Its streets are trim and clean and its suburbs spacious and picturesque. There is an open, breezy course for the golfer, streams for the angler, and an infinity of attractions for the visitor to whom life and a holiday is something more than the swinging of a club or a rod. Comrie derives its name from the two Gaelic words Comb and Ruidh, which mean the confluence or meeting of the waters: quite a correct description, since the River Earn receives, opposite the slopes of the ancient churchyard the waters of the Ruchill (i.e., red flood), and a little further east the united stream is reinforced by the Lednock. In olden time the principal proprietors were the Comries of Ross and the Drummonds of Comrie, both of which families were at one period hereditary “mairs” of the Stewarty of Strathearn. Comrie House is embedded on the north side of the town, amid thickly-growing trees. One of the Drummonds of Comrie was that celebrated man, Thomas Henry Drummond, who, as Under Secretary for Ireland, was the only statesmen who did justice to the “most distressful country,” and win the affections of the Irish people - till at least Gladstonian times. Sir Sydney Dundas, Dunira, Colonel D.R.Williamson of Lawers, and the Earl of Ancaster are now the largest proprietors in and around the town, but no one has done more for the material improvement than the popular Laird of Lawers.

There are two spots from which to obtain the finest views of the little town which spreads it dainty skirts at the meeting of the waters. The first is from Dunmore or the monument hill, of which more anon. The second is from a small ridge beyond Dalginross, on Cowden, and near what is known as the DRUIDICAL STONE. From this spot you look across the richly-cultivated plain, with the perspective of the broad street of Dalginross, lined with elegant villas and neat cottages. The white outline Comrie is cut in twain, as it were, by the high bridge across the Earn and the parish church with its quaint tower and spire. In the middle distance is the monument hill, with its richly-variegated foliage, bounded on the right by the gorge of Lednock, where boils the Deil’s Cauldron; and beyond all are the blue irregular of the Grampians.

The town itself has the appearance of substantial prosperity. There are no mean houses. Everything is tidy, and visitors would find it difficult to come upon any corner that is not well ordered and neat. The cosy, flourishing nature of the place is enhanced by a number of handsome villa residences in the environs. A business air is given, not only by the traffic of summer visitors and tourists, which has been largely increased by the extension of the railway, but by the humming activity of a couple of sawmills adjoining the railway station. Tartan and blankets were the staple manufacture a hundred years ago, along with linen yarn, which has now ceased to be made with the dropping of the culture of flax by the surrounding farmers. At the beginning of the century there was a weavers’ society with a membership of 200 but with the decay of the trade the society was dissolved in 1834. There is no reason why the steam factory should not take, to even a greater extent than now in place of the old hand looms. It is a sign of improvement or decay that a century ago there was a distillery and two breweries, but neither now?

Probably the very first place for which a visitor will make is the bridge across the roaring Earn. It is a quaint, high backed, very narrow structure of six large and two small arches. Here the village gossips take their usual stroll because it is the custom of generations. The views towards the grand peaks of the Aberuchill hills on the one hand, and down the broad strath to the Knock and Tom-na-Chaistel are ever new and fascinating. A couple of hundred years ago, when the parishioners of Comrie were dependent on the ministrations of the parson of the Parish of Tullichettle, he used to intimate that he would go to Comrie “gin the river is fordable.” In 1712 a proposal was made to build a bridge, and the churches within the bounds of the Presbytery of Auchterarder were recommended to make a voluntary collection for the same. Some sort of bridge was built, for in 1728, “it was in such a tottering case that neither horses nor man have passage,” and the teinds of the parish were, during a vacancy, appropriated for its reconstruction. The present bridge was erected in 1770, and it were well that the County Council should widen its strait gates and rebuild the Lednock Bridge at the other end of the village, whose “tottering case” has been the theme of local parish reformers for years past. Facing the approach to the bridge is Melville Square, regarded as the very centre of town. Two sides of the square are mainly occupied by the Royal Hotel.

The parish church stands on a commanding site on the river bank, which in the space between the bridge and the church was used by generations as God’s acre. The present structure was erected in 1804, is roomy and barn-like, without a redeeming architectural feature. The tower and spire are quaint in their very ugliness. The building which preceded the existing kirk was, according to the then incumbent, the well-known Gaelic scholar, Dr. Hugh MacDiarmid, “very old, small, not in very good repair, and with an outside stair going up to the loft.” When the body of the church was used as a cockpit, as it frequently was in the memory of people alive in our day, the “loft”was the gallery for the public spectators of the “main.” There is much else that is interesting connected with that queer old parish church.

With the abolition of Episcopy and the rule of the bishops the General Assembly did not leave the parochial clergy to “gang their ain gate.” Under Presbyterian rule superintendents took the place of bishops - an order of the clergy which Professor Story and others of the advanced school would fain revive. Superintendents, however, smacked too much of Episcopal government for the growing democratic feeling of the reformed Church, in which all ministers were regarded as equals, and the rural clergy were kept to their duties by a system of Presbyterian visitation, as it was called. The members of a Presbytery came on an appointed day to the parish, one of their number preached a sermon, and then the elders were summoned to answer to somewhat inquisitorial interrogateries. here, for instance, are the questions and answers in such a visitation on June 3, 1669 - the rev. Hon. Philip being minister, and Mr. James Drummond, of Comrie, being spokesman for the elders:-“1st, If the minister preached sound and edifying doctrine? Answerit affirmative. 2dlie, If he was blameless in his life? Answerit affirmative. 3dlie, If he preached twice every Lord’s Day? Answerit affirmative. 4thlie, if he catechised everie week except seedtime and harvestime? Answerit affirmative. 5thlie, If he celebrated the sacrament? Answerit negative. 6thlie, If he pressed family worship? Answerit affirmative. 7thlie. Whether the Holy Scriptures were publicklie read everie Lord’s Day, and some portion read after the minister is in the pulpit? Likewise Answerit affirmative. 8thlie, If the Doxologie was used? Answerit affirmative. 9thlie, if he visited the sick? Answerit, for aught he knew he did it. 10thlie, Whether he had cups, basins, and laver for celebration of the Sacrement? Answerit negative. And further, being inquired if he pressed a reverent gesture in prayer? Answerit, that he did it sometimes.”

The minister was also put through his facings when he satisfied the Presbytery that he had a manse, that the “provision of his church” was “640 merks, or thereabout;” that there was once a schoolmaster in the parish, but not now, and that he “regraits the want of glass windows and a bridge, and the want of a churchyard dyk.” On a subsequent visitation the Rev. Mr. Philip, being asked if his elders were blameless, discreetly replied that “they were the best he could have.”

A great function here as elsewhere in Scotland was the “tent preaching” at the annual celebration of the Sacrement of the Lord’s Supper. Mr. Mushet, minister in 1828, writing to his patroness of the administration of “the solemn ordinance on the third Sabbath day in June,” said-“The Lord favoured us (blessed be His name) with fair and seasonable weather. We had near eleven tables in Irish (Gaelic). Each table contained forty-eight persons or thereabout, and we had only two tables and some few persons at the third in English. The people as to outward appearance behave extraordinarily well, so that there were no disturbance or disorder, notwithstanding of both the languages. I had the assistance of ten ministers from the beginning to the end of the week.” It was not always that the celebrants were so well behaved as at Comrie. These tent preachings were too often a public scandal, and fully deserved the scathing exposure made of them at Burns’s Holy Fair. It need hardly be said that the evangelical revival of the last eighty years has entirely changed the religious aspect of rural Scotland. Nowhere more so than in Strathearn, where indeed, dwell the sturdy but tender-hearted saints of Drumtochty.

Dissent has always been strong in Upper Strathearn, which an Erastian cynic said was due to earthquakes. The early seceders worshipped for years in the open air, but were at last, in 1752, permitted to build a small chapel near the junction of the Lednock and the Earn. Alongside the chapel was the manse, in which was born the brilliant preacher, critic, and essayist, Rev. George Gilfillan. A window in the nursery of the manse conveniently looked into the chapel, and old Mrs. Gilfillan could therefore attend to the cares of her young family, and at the same time listen to her husband’s sermons. The chapel and the manse are now a stable, and the Secession or U.P CONGREGATION now worships in a neat and commodious Gothic church in Dundas Street.

Further west is the most imposing and handsomest ecclesiastical building between Crieff and Callender - The MACFARLANE FREE CHURCH. It is of whinstone and white freestone facings - the two making a fine contrast in the pleasing Gothic order of the church. The spire is specifically ornate. The cost of the church and accessories was £9000, the legacy of Miss McFarlane, long a benevolent resident of Comrie. The foundation stone was laid by Principal Rainy in 1879, and the church was opened in May 1881.

Episcopalians are not numerous, but they are largely increased during the summer and autumn months. Largely through the liberality and enthusiasm of Colonel Williamson of Lawers, the very pretty and picturesque Church of St. SERF’S was built by Lednock’s fair stream, at the eastern entrance to the town, and close by the railway station. The structure is of stone and wood, and the interior, of richly stained pitch pine, is attractively pretty.

The other educational institutions are the Board Schools, admirably equipped, and efficiently taught; a READING-ROOM, at the corner of Dundas Street and Dunira Street, the gift in 1881 of the late Sir David Dundas, of Dunira. The room is well supplied with local and metropolitan newspapers and magazines, and is open to visitors at a small charge. Connected with the Reading-Room is the PUBLIC LIBRARY, founded in 1822. This library, which has a judiciously selected collection of books, kept fairly well up to date, is evidence, along with the Parochial Libraries of St. Fillans and Crieff, of the intelligence of the people of Strathearn. There are two Public halls. The Old Free Church in the west end, at the foot of Tom-a-Kessock, has been converted into a handsome PUBLIC HALL, where, in the season, concerts and assemblies are held. At the east end of the town, in Drummond Street, is the DAVID AND SELINA HALL, erected by Colonel Williamson of Lawers, in honour of his wife.



The ascent of Dunmore commences immediately at the end of Dundas Street and entrance to the sweet grounds of Comrie House. Until the tornado of 17th November 1893 the winding road was overshadowed by trees. Now, when the steepest part of the hill has been breasted, entrancing views of serried Grampian peaks are obtained, framed as it were between nearer wooded hills. Along the shoulder of Dunmore the road winds with fair crofts on the right, and on the left grand woods of larch, spruce, oak and chestnut, until almost suddenly there opens up the romantic gorge of Lednock. Leaving the highroad on the right, a footpath leads by the most picturesque zig-zags down into the leafy abyss. After passing the turf-covered tank which supplies Comrie with gravitation water a fine prospect of the elbow of the gorge is obtained. Further along, from a protected point, there is a peep down the narrow defile, the sun glinting through tall trees and undergrowth on the brown peaty water and its creamy foam. Picking way down giddy steps, with occasional glances at boulder-broken water, and weathered cliffs, at last a little platform is reached, from which a view of the Deil’s Cauldron is obtained.

The DEIL’S CAULDRON is, in Gaelic, named Slocha’n Donish. The legend goes that it was the favourite haunt of a brownie or water elf, called in Gaelic, Uris-chidh. When he succeeded in enticing a victim, he called out in a voice of thunder to his kindred spirit at Spout Rollo, two miles further up the glen: “Urishchidh ess Rolleigh cuir ghaighidh mo choira, gus am bruich mi au Scollar so h’aair mi.” – “Spirit of Rolla, send him my cauldron that I may dress this prey that I have taken.” That is, send down a flood, so that there can be no hope of escape from the seething waters in the rock-hemmed pool. The Urischidh has never been seen, it may be comforting to visitors to Comrie to know, since he, “a long time ago,” entered Comrie disguised as a traveller.

It was a cold winter’s night, and the Urischidh asked shelter at a cottage from its only inmate, an old woman. He was welcomed from the storm, but in the dim rush-light the old woman recognised the brownie and asked him to draw close to the fire, thus putting him off his guard. On pretence of stirring up the embers, the old woman gathered them and threw them over Urischidh. The exorcism of fire was effectual, and he was never seen again. The water which forms the fall cuts through the wall of rock at a somewhat curious angle, as if the strata had opened and then closed again at the upper edge. The stream thus comes bounding out of a hole, so to speak, and taking three leaps, each widening, reaches in one mass of brown water and white foam the seething cauldron. The fall is not so high or as broad as Foyers, but it is exceedingly picturesque. the cliffs, forming an irregular circle, rise about one hundred and fifty feet on all sides, and in the autumn when the trees, which form a fine frame to the romantic gorge, are turning gold and crimson, the scene realises one’s prettiest notions of fairyland.

When the visitor climbs up from the fall by a zig-zag path, the north-eastern shoulder of Dunmore is reached, from which a start is made by a well-defined path, to the summit of the monument hill. The hill-side is rough heather and grass, with weather-beaten rocks here and there. In front Dunmore lifts it proud head - formerly girt with the graces of the unbroken plumes of pine foliage. Now he is like a man all ragged and unshorn - his grand flowing beard gashed here and there with patches of stubble of unequal growth. The ‘93 tornado made sad work with the trees here, especially on the north and east sides of the hill, but in some parts the woodland is as regular and beautiful as ever. The path is easy through many an arch of dainty larch boughs, and the crest of the hill, 837 feet above the level of the sea, is attained without difficulty.

Rising from a platform of lichened rock and closest swarth, is the MELVILLE MONUMENT, which forms such a conspicuous land mark from every part of the Strath. It is an obelisk of grey granite, obtained near the head of Glen Lednock, and rises, in graceful proportions, to a height of 72 feet. Curiously enough, though in such an exposed situation, inviting as it were, the lightning’s stroke, it weathered, though unprotected, the storms of eighty years unharmed. In the summer of 1894, however, it was struck by the electric fluid, which displaced some of the closely-banded stones, in the most irregular manner, near the top and opposite and the opposite corner of the base. The obelisk was placed in a thorough state of repair, in the autumn of the same year, by the Dundas Trustees, and protected by a lightning conductor. It is interesting to note that the “steeple jack” who ascended the monument, effected the repairs, and fixed the conductor, declared that from the apex of the obelisk the Castle Rock and Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh were plainly discernible on a clear day. On the west face of the granite platform, from which the obelisk rises, is the following inscription: - “Erected, A.D. 1812, to the memory of Henry Dundas, Viscount Melville, Baron Dunira, &c., by his personal friends in the County of Perth, in grateful recognition of his public services, and of his private virtues. Died 29th May, 1811, aged 69.” Whatever one may think historically of the Government of Scotland during the Dundas regime, or of Lord Melville’s political career in the British Parliament during perhaps the most important epoch in modern British history, Henry Dundas was a great Scotsman, and this simple but grand granitic monument is worthy of his stature.

There are few finer panoramas in the British Isles than that spread out around this monumental hill. Immediately below is the wooded gorge of the Lednock from which comes up the hollow raving of the Deil’s Cauldron, and the eye is carried past the sylvan policies of Comrie House to the quaint irregularities of the village streets and spires. Away southward and eastward is the carse of the Earn with its chequered fields and meadows, and the river gleaming like a silver ribbon till lost in the plantations which fringe the pass formed by Torlum Hill, 1291 feet, and Tom-na-Chaistel. Further are the foothills of the Ochils, and hanging like blue pennants on the far eastern horizon are the “Paps of the Lomonds.” Leftward is the villa-crowned Knock of Crieff (911 feet) and Ben Laith (1371 feet) above Glen Turret, and beyond the majestic irregular masses of Ben Chonzie, pronounced “Ben-y-Hone” (3045 feet) and Cairn Chois (2571 feet) and the mountains above Glen Almond and the Sma’ Glen. Turning northward, Glen Lednock opens with its snake-like folds among the mountains, which look with their other face on winding Loch Tay, and Spout Rollo gleaming in the afternoon sun. Swinging westwards the lofty Meall nam Fiadh (2000 feet) and Crappich (1467 feet) point to Dunira’s glen with its fertile haughs and splendid woods. Flashing like burnished silver in the west is the mirrored bosom of Loch Earn, set in the Topaz frame of Stron Mohr (2203 feet) on the right, and the Birron (2011 feet), Ben Vorlich (3224 feet) on the left, with the amethyst cone of Ben More (3843 feet) in the very gates of the west. Again, in the nearer round, are the grandly romantic masses of the Aberuchill Hills - Ben Mor (2250 feet) (Mhor Ben) and Ben Hatton (2050 feet) (Ben Halton), with the white turrets of the castle in the bay between their peaks, and, southward, Glen Artney with its hazel shades, and the Hill of Weeping, till the sweep of the horizon is completed by the blue mists of the Ochils.

The descent of Dunmore to Comrie may be made either by the west through Dunira Home Farm to the St. Fillans road, opposite Tullybannocher, or by a steep path right down the southern face through the wood until the Lednock road is reached. However, we return by the northern shoulder of Dunmore, in order to continue our journey up GLEN LEDNOCK, which means the glen of the gentle slope. After leaving the foot of Dunmore the glen expands into a wide valley, the lonely grandeur of which is impressive. Two or three houses are all that the eye can find as evidence of human neighbourhood, and the only sound save that of a brawling water of the Lednock, Geldie, or Maik burns, are the bleating of sheep, the occasional call of a grouse, or the hoarse croak of hooded crow. And yet, within living memory, this glen furnished eighty able-bodied volunteers at one military muster, sent a hundred children daily to school, and twenty “customer weavers” plied their craft in humble but sufficient cots. The walk is interesting, if somewhat lonely and sad. After an inspection of the charming waterfall of Spout Rollo the walk may be continued across the watershed at Craig Uigeach, 2840 feet, to Ardeonaig, on Loch Tay. Returning to the bridge at Funtullich, the pedestrian reaches the east side of the Glen, and passes by Carroglen and Balmuick to Comrie, near St. Serf’s Church.