“Linlithgow for wells, Glasgow for bells.” So rhymes the old couplet. The bell has long been associated with the arms of the city, the motto “Let Glasgow Flourish, by the preaching of the Word being, it is said, derived from a pious aspiration inscribed on the bell of the Tron Church. The sound of the church-going bell is weekly wafted across the great city from many a tall spire on Sundays, when the great workshop wheels cease to run, and the thousand engines stop for a while their weekly efforts, and the toiling workers, whether by hand or brain, may find rest for the body and elevation of the soul, undisturbed by the feverish bustle of the busy week through which they have passed. Glasgow is a city of churches, from the noble old Cathedral with its long-drawn aisles along which the organ peals, and its gray walls illumined here and there by beams of light through the stained-glass windows, to the humble meeting-house of earnest that there was a point in the ridge between Loch Katrine and the valley of Loch Ard where a tunnel could be driven through the hill. That was, he thought, the great original discovery which showed the Loch Katrine Water Works to be a practicable scheme.”