CHAP, xviii. LETTER TO PEACH. 303 



Eobin's head's sair. It's a desperate thing to fill up a 

 page with a bad headache. I am glad that you are in 

 spirits at least, if not altogether in health. So many 

 people are going that I began to be apprehensive that 

 you were seriously ill. . . . Charles, old boy, go when 

 you may (unless I go first), I shall seriously miss you. 



ROBERT DICK'S SEAT : VIEW INTO 8CTHEBLAND8HIRE. 



I miss Hugh Miller as much as ever I did, and 'tis 

 likely I will ever do so." 



Mr. Peach says that Dick had so thoroughly examined 

 the botany of the county, that for some years before his 

 death he could discover nothing that he had not before 

 met with. " I well remember," he says, " when asking 

 him ' what there was new,' his eye brightened up, and he 

 answered, ' Just this one plant new to the county. I 

 was giving up my botanical search, and returning home 



