146 REMINISCENCES OF 



And this brings it all back to me again more than 

 eleven years have elapsed. Who could have fore- 

 told that so long a life would have been her portion. 

 Her end was I trust painless, and her charm and 

 grace of manner can never be forgotten by those 

 who knew her. I should like to say a thousand 

 things to you, but I know that you will believe in 

 my affection for you without many words. My lady 

 desires me to assure you that she sincerely joins with 

 me in all that I have written. 



" Believe me, 



" Affectionately yours, 



" ROSSLYN." 



28th January, 1878. A frosty day; no one out. 

 I rode " Bachelor " ; only Hastings and myself were 

 with the hounds. Ran to Balcarres ; the fox and 

 hounds went bang over the face of the rock. I rode 

 along the walk to the tower and heard a voice below 

 say "This is grand". When I got down I found 

 Rosie on " Beauty " without a saddle. We galloped 

 on and in the Double dykes met a fish cadger. 

 "Have you seen the hounds?" "Yes, they'll be 

 at Pittenweem by this time." It was pitch dark. 

 When we got to the end of the Double dykes we 

 heard " Who-whoop ! " and found John Bell and 

 Carnegie. They had picked up the fox and 

 chucked it on the top of the hedge. They were 

 riding out to go to tea somewhere, heard the cry, 

 and just got up in time to see the hounds catch their 

 fox. 



