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address, banquet, and all the rest of it may be sum. 

 med up in the remark of the Dunfermline press : '' The 

 demonstration may be said to be unparalleled in the 

 history of Dunfermline." 



I will not be tempted to say anything further about 

 this unexpected upheaval except this : after we had 

 stopped and saluted the Stars and Stripes, displayed 

 upon the Abbey Tower in graceful compliment to my 

 American friends (no foreign flag ever floated there 



before, said our friend, Mr. R , keeper of the ruins), 



we passed through the archway to the Bartizan, and at 

 this moment came the shock of all that day to me. I 

 was standing on the front seat of the coach with Pro- 

 vost Walls when I heard the first toll of the abbey bell. 

 My knees sank from under me, the tears came rushing 

 before I knew it, and I turned round to tell the Provost 

 that I must give in. For a moment I felt as if I were 

 about to faint. Fortunately I saw that there was no 

 crowd before us for a little distance. I had time to re- 

 gain control, and biting my lips till they actually bled, 

 I murmured to myself, " No matter, keep cool, you 

 must go on ; " but never can there come to my ears on 

 earth, nor enter so deep into my soul, a sound that 

 shall haunt and subdue me with its sweet, gracious, 

 melting power like that. 



By that curfew bell I had been laid in my little 

 couch to sleep the sleep of childish innocence. Father 

 and mother, sometimes the one, sometimes the other, 



