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in due course of time. When I arrived there, I was very kindly 

 received and had a grand time for two or three days, after which 

 I left to go to Maralin, where my own friends lived. Of course, 

 it was thirty-six years since I had left and I knew no one and the 

 first place I went to was the grave-yard to look up our old head- 

 stones and found that they had been all removed but their counter- 

 parts had all been erected and the burying plot was evidently 

 attended to. While there, the grave-digger came up and I asked 

 him whether any of these people were living around Maralin now 

 and he said: "Oh, no, they went to Canada long ago and these 

 stones were erected by a gentleman from Belfast who said they 

 were the remains of his relatives who were buried there. These 

 people went away a long time ago, but their relatives seem to 

 look after their graves." I then went and saw my own cousins, 

 the Spences and the Murphys, and had a pleasant visit, returning 

 to John Macoun's where the greater part of my time was spent. 

 Our intercourse with his family has been kept up ever since, and 

 my son, William, married one of his daughters. 



The most important trip that I had was one in which there 

 was a large number of the Colonials and Indians invited for a four 

 day excursion to many parts of England with Warwick for the 

 centre. A whole train-load of us left London and, without a stop, 

 went to Oxford and there we were received by the authorities of 

 the different colleges and University, and spent a day seeing various 

 colleges and hearing discussions from the professors in the colleges. 

 The only thing I remember about our visit is when we were taken 

 to where Bishops Ridley and Cranmer were burned. We then 

 went to the nearest college and heard a short discussion on the 

 subject from one of the professors. Another uncommon thing 

 was seeing a whole ox on a spit in the kitchen of one of the colleges. 

 This was done to show us how they cooked for large parties in 

 the olden time. The ox was turned on the spit by the cook by a 

 slight touch of his hand. Of course, the fire-place was the whole 

 side of a room. We had luncheon there and, at its close, they 

 passed the loving-cup, which I had never experienced before. 

 We were seated at a series of tables and a college Don was on the 

 right of each visitor and talked with him on various subjects 



