248 Four-in-Hand in Britain, 



Dumfries, July 16-17. 



We were at Dumfries for Sunday. We had just got 

 housed at the hotel and sat down to dinner when we 

 heard a vehicle stop, and running to the window saw 

 our anxiously expected Parisians at the door. Hurrah! 

 welcome ! welcome ! Once more united, never to part 

 again till New York be reached ! It was a happy 

 meeting, and there was much to tell upon both sides, 

 but the coachers evidently had the better of it. The 

 extreme heat encountered in France had proved very 

 trying. The Prima Donna was tired out. She vividly 

 expressed her feelings thus, when asked how she had 

 enjoyed life since she left the Ark : " Left the Ark ! 

 I felt as if I had been poked out of it like the dove to 

 find out about the weather, and had found it rough. 

 When I lose sight of the coach again, just let me know 

 it ! " We, on our part, were very glad to get our pretty 

 little dove back, and promised that she should never be 

 sent forth from among us again. 



One becomes confused at Dumfries, there Is so 

 much to learn. We are upon historic ground in the 

 fullest sense, and so crowded too with notable men and 

 events. Bruce slew the Red Comyn here in the church 

 of the Minorite Friars, now no longer existing. The 

 monastery, of which it formed a part, the foundation of 

 the mother of John Baliol, King of Scotland, stood on 

 an eminence, the base of which is washed on the north 

 and west by the waters of the Nith. It is said to have 



