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3. Yet with calm and stately mien, 

 Up the streets of Aberdeen 

 Came he slowly riding ; 

 And to all he saw and heard, 

 Answering not with bitter word, 

 Turning not for chiding — 



i. Came a Troop with broad-swords swinging, 

 Bits and bridles sharply ringing. 

 Loose and free and froward ; 

 Quoth the foremost ' Ride liim down ! 

 Push him, prick him through the town 

 Drive the Quaker coward ' ' 



5. But from out the thickening crowd 

 Cried a sudden voice and loud, 



' Barclay ! Ho ! A Barclay ! ' 

 And the old man at his side 

 Saw a comrade, battle-tried, 

 Scarred and sunburnt darkly. 



6. Who with ready weapon bare ; 

 Fronting to tlie troopers there 

 Cried aloud : ' God save us ! 

 Call ye coward him who stood 

 Ankle deep in Lutzen's blood 

 With the brave Gustavus 1 ' 



7. ' Nay, I do not need thy sword, 

 Comrade mine,' said Ury's lord ; 



' Put it up I pray thee ; 

 Passive to His Holy Will 

 Trust I in my Maker still, 

 Even though He slay me.' " 



Galtoii had as much to thank his Barclay ancestors for as his 

 Darwin descent ; it was not less, possibly more notable (see Pedigree 

 Plates A and C). And Galton knew it ; writing in the summer of 

 1906 he says': 



" It is delightful to hear that you are so pleasantly placed among old Quaker 

 associations. They — the Quakers — were grandly (and simply) stubborn." 



That stubborn persistency was a wonderful asset of nearly half 

 Francis Galton's immediate ancestry. David Barclay, younger son of 

 the Apologist, walked from Ury to London, and, commencing life afresh, 



' Letter to K. P. I3/7/'06. 



