Brighton. 3 1 



But good-bye, London, and all the thoughts which 

 crowd upon one when in your mighty whirl. You mon- 

 ster London, we are all glad to escape you ! But ere 

 we "gang awa' " shall we not note our visit to one we 

 are proud to call our friend, and of whom Scotland is 

 proud, Dr. Samuel Smiles, a writer of books indeed — 

 books which influence his own generation much, and 

 the younger generation more. Burns's wish was that he, 



" For poor auld Scotland's sake, 

 Some useful plan or book could make, 

 Or sing a sang at least." 



Well, the Doctor has made several books that are books, 

 and I have heard him sing a song, too, for the days of 

 Auld Lang Syne. May he live long, and long may his 

 devoted wife be spared to watch over him ! 



Thursday Morning, June 16, 1881. 



We are off for Brighton. Mr. and Miss B. ac- 

 company us. Mr. and Mrs, K. have run up to 

 Paisley with the children, and Mr. and Mrs. G. have 

 joined us in their place. The coach, horses, and ser- 

 vants went down during the night. 



We had time to visit the unequalled aquarium and 

 to do the parade before dinner. Miss F. and I stole 

 off to make a much more interesting visit ; we called 

 upon William Black, whose acquaintance I had been 



