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biographer of Buchanan. Through the friendship of 

 Mr John Gordon, of the College, I was introduced to 

 Professor Wilson, and heard him lecture. He received 

 me with much politeness, but I felt a little out, and 

 found almost every time he spoke to me that I had 

 nothing to say in reply. I was collected enough, how- 

 ever, to remark that his head is one of the most strangely 

 formed I ever saw ; it is of great size, immensely de- 

 veloped both in the ideal region and in that of what are 

 called the knowing organs, but singularly deficient for a 

 head of such general power in the reflective part. And 

 the lecture I heard was such an one as the phrenologist 

 would have anticipated from such a composition. I was, 

 besides, introduced to Robert Chambers, and passed a 

 long morning with him, sitting down to breakfast at 

 the usual hour, and rising from it about twelve o'clock. 

 He is possessed of a fund of anecdote altogether in- 

 exhaustible, and is one of the most amusing and agree- 

 able companions I have ever met with.' 



In a letter written, a few days subsequently, to Sir 

 Thomas D. Lauder, Miller refers to Miss Dunbar as fol- 

 lows : 



' My kind friend, Miss Dunbar, of Boath, is- dead ; 

 she died on the evening of Monday, the 29th ultimo. 

 For the last four years her life has been one of much 

 suffering ; but she had a youthfulness of spirit about her 

 that availed itself of every brief cessation from pain. She 

 had learned, too, to draw consolation and support from 

 the best of all sources ; and so her latter days, darkened 

 as they were by a deadly and cruel disease, have not 

 been without their glimpses of enjoyment. Her heart 

 was one of the warmest and least selfish I ever knew. It 

 was not in the power of suffering or of the near approach 

 of death to render her indifferent to even the slightest 



