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picture in Mrs Eraser's, and calling up old times. I 

 have been just re-reading, too, your letter to Mrs Gray, 

 the letter which Sir David Brewster could not believe 

 written by a woman ; and I felt both letter and picture 

 do my heart good. Think what you may of the matter, 

 dearest, you have no such admirer as your own husband. 

 You would laugh at me as fond and foolish did you 

 know how often I have been thinking of you during the 

 past week, and how much pleasure I have had in writing 

 this scrawl, just because, however trivial my topic, I felt 

 that I was conversing on it with you. You were beside 

 me, as now, and I felt the lover as strong in my heart 

 as I did seven years ago. Do you not remember how 

 many hours we used to sit together, and yet how very 

 short they always seemed? Shall we not, dearest, renew 

 these times at our meeting, ere I plunge once more into 

 the stern turmoil of controversy, and be a man of war ? 

 We shall have one or two quiet walks together ere we 

 cross the country to Edinburgh. 



1 The first person I met as I landed was poor forlorn 

 Angus, now grown a great fellow. He had been watch- 

 ing the steamer by which Andrew came, but on finding 

 that I did not accompany him he waxed indignant and 

 high, and refused to shake hands with him. I got a 

 double shake. He then seized on my carpet-bag with a 

 shout, and bore it home in triumph. He is not quite 

 pleased, however, that I have not brought " Miller's boy " 

 with me. Angus is not a Moderate, he has gone out, 

 regularly attending sermons in the factory close. His 

 head finely illustrates the phrenological doctrine that 

 size is power. He wears my old broad bonnet, and 

 finds it not a hair's breadth too large.' 



' Sunday evening, 7 o'clock. 



' I have been hearing Mr Stewart in the factory 



