THESE mills, described as grain and flint mills, occupied a beautiful position on the north bank of the Kelvin opposite the present Botanic Gardens. The miller in the olden times, even more than the weaver, was a person of importance. He was a necessity to the community, and the knowledge of this gave him a comfortable assurance and independence. The picture conveys a feeling of peacefulness and prosperity; and if we add to it an imaginary plashing of water and hum of machinery, there is a distinct realization of happy rural industry.