GLENMUIR, a valley in the parish of Old
Cumnock, Ayrshire, which has been rendered interesting by the
beautiful poem called 'the Cameronian's dream:'
"In Glenmuir's wild solitudes lengthened
Were the whistling of plovers and bleating of sheep."
The author of this exquisite poem lived, when
a boy, in the midst of this sequestered glen, at a place called
Dalblair, where his fine poetic genius was stimulated and nurtured by
the mingled scenes of soft beauty and wild grandeur with which he was
surrounded. Glenmuir-shaw, near the head of this valley, is a pleasant
spot; and must in former times have been a place of some consequence,
as the ruins of its ancient baronial castle still indicate. Some
lordly chieftain of the Saxon line seems to have selected it as the
locality in which he chose to live in a state of rude splendour, and
which must have been witnessed by the lonely sentinels that still
guard the spot, — the stately trees, whose dotard boughs and scaly
rind bespeak the age of several centuries. He who sighs after a sweet
meditative seclusion will find that seclusion at Glenmuir-shaw.