The First Separation. '^■^■^^ 



at rare intervals of the sublime and awful grandeur 

 ■which fascinates them into silence ; never am I lifted up 

 apparently so close to the Infinite as when amid such 

 weird, uncanny scenes as these. We had an hour of 

 this that night, fitting close to our hfe in the Highlands 

 of Scotland. 



The first separation came at Greenock. The Queen 

 Dowager, and Mr. and Mrs. K. disembarked there for 

 Paisley. The others continued by boat to Glasgow and 

 enjoyed the sail up the Clyde very much. It was Satur- 

 day, a holiday for the workers. The miles of shipyards 

 were still, '' no sound of hammers clanking rivets up," 

 that fine sunny day, but as we passed close to them we 

 saw the iron frames of the future monsters of the deep, 

 the Servia, Alaska, and others destined to bear the palm 

 for a short time, and then to give place to others still 

 greater, till the voyage between England and America 

 will be only a five-day pleasure excursion, and there will 

 be " two nations, but one people." God speed the day ! 

 But the old land must come after a time up to Republi- 

 canism ! I make a personal matter of that, Lafayette, 

 my boy, as Mulberry Sellers says. No monarchy need 

 apply. We draw the line at this. All men were created 

 free and equal. Brother Jonathan takes very little 

 " stock " in a people who do not believe that funda- 

 mental principle. 



We landed at the Broomielaw, whither father and 

 mother and Tom and I sailed thirty odd years ago, on 



