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respect and love offered at the grave of any of our citizens." L 

 On through Princes Street it came, every balcony and window 

 filled with gazers, dim-eyed and heavy-hearted, till at the Eoyal 

 Institution, Mound, the climax was reached, by the public 

 bodies there awaiting its arrival joining in, and the crowd up- 

 wards to George Street forming one dense mass of onlookers. 

 The arrangement then made was that first in order were the 

 members of Dr Alexander's congregation ; after them the Uni- 

 versity students, those of the Technological class keeping 

 together; the Pharmaceutical Society; the Eoyal Scottish 

 Society of Arts ; the Chamber of Commerce ; the Philosophical 

 Institution ; the Merchant Company ; the Senatus Academicus 

 in their gowns ; the Lord Provost and Magistrates in their scar- 

 let robes ; then came the hearse, and following it his empty 

 carriage, familiar to Edinburgh eyes, and associated with pleasant 

 thoughts now turned to sadness. Private carriages and the 

 general public brought up the rear, the whole number being not 

 fewer than a thousand. 



While all move slowly on, four abreast, through the pic- 

 turesque portion of Princes Street yet to be traversed, and while 

 the crowd thickens on every point of eminence, let us proceed to 

 the Old Calton burial-ground and await its arrival. What is now 

 a level road, Waterloo Place, once looked down on a valley, with 

 a cemetery and the Calton Hill beyond it. In 1 8 1 5 a bridge was 

 made to span the gulf, while the road was carried (painful neces- 

 sity) though the cemetery, of which a portion now lies on each 

 side of the road. That to the right side is the larger and more 

 interesting ; and it is with it we have to do. 2 



The gates to-day are strictly guarded, and no one has been 

 admitted. As the procession approaches, the niches in the 

 screen wall separating on each side the road from the ceme- 

 teries are filled with High School boys who, on their way 

 home, scramble up to see the marvellous homage to one who 

 sat in the halls where they meet for lessons, and played where 

 they play, when he too was a little boy. It seems strange that 

 the meek yet noble face beneath that coffin-lid should be the 



1 ' Funeral Sermon' by Dr. Alexander, p. 25. A. & C. Black, Edinburgh. 



2 Appendix B. 



