The New Kings. 287 



" The old Kings sat in Dunfermline town, 

 Drinking the blood red wine ; 

 The new Kings are at better work, 

 Weaving the damask fine," 



Quite correct, Davie. Does not Holy Writ declare 

 that the diligent man shall stand before Kings ? And 

 is it not time that the bibulous King should give place 

 to the useful citizen — the world over ! 



Friday was a cloudy day, but some of our friends, 

 who spent the early morning with us and saw us off, 

 unanimously predicted that it would clear. They 

 proved true weather prophets, for it did turn out to be 

 a bright day. Passing the residence of Colonel Myers, 

 the American Consul, we drove in and gave that repre- 

 sentative of the great Republic and his wife three fare- 

 well cheers. 



Kinross, Friday, July 28, 

 Kinross was the lunching-place. Mother was for the 

 first and last time compelled to seek the inside for a few 

 hours after leaving Dunfermline. These farewells from 

 those near and dear to you are among the crudest 

 ordeals one has to undergo in life. One of the most 

 desirable arrangements held out to us in all that is said 

 of heaven is to my mind that there shall be no parting 

 there. Hell might be invested with a new horror by 

 having them daily. 



