1858. 



CHAPTER XI. 



THE STRUGGLE CLOSES : VICTORY WON. 



"Translated into the Kingdom of His dear Son." 



" So much as moments are exceeded by eternity, and the sighing of 

 a man by the joys of an angel, and a salutary frown by the light of 

 God's countenance, a few groans, by the infinite and eternal hallelujahs ; 

 so much are the sorrows of the godly to be undervalued in respect of 

 what is deposited for them in the treasures of eternity. " 



"April 26, 1858. 



" MY DEAR JEANIE, If you wish to see a lazy man, take 

 Pussy, mesmerize her, and make her clairvoyante, desire 

 her (in spirit) to go to the railway station, take a ticket, 

 enter a first-class Carriage, and go on, on, on, till she comes 

 to the Bridge of Allan. 



" Tell her to get out there, taking care not to leave her 

 parasol or smelling-bottle behind her, enter the omnibus, 

 and request to be set down at Sunnylaw House. When 

 she is there, she will mysteriously tell you that an awful 

 black dog, called Betty (in reality, a very mild canine lady) 

 guards the gate, whilst a connexion of her own, stout and 

 comfortable, basks in the sun, as respectable cat-matrons of 

 her years love to do. She will further describe to you a 

 room with one oriel window, looking south on the bed of 

 a fishing stream and a line of railway, which occupy dif- 

 ferent heights in a valley rising into a fine sky-line crowded 



