The Great Chemist, Joseph Black. 79 



is staying at Mr. Ferguson's, no great credit to her. We 

 have a very pleasant neighbour now, a Mr. Ouzley, curate of 

 Ballylesson, (he is a cousin to the one that preaches so well) 

 he will be of great use to George. He is an uncommon 

 good young man and George seems very fond of him, he 

 never swears a word and hates drinking. He is here very 

 often, and plays very well on the fiddle and understands 

 music uncommonly well. He is in the secret also and 

 schemes as well as any of us." 



But this philandering did not last long, for in October 31st 



George has struck the real thing and is pressing hard to marry 



Matilda Rainey of Greenville, who afterwards became his wife. 



I am sorry time prevents me from quoting any more of these 



letters, full of gaiety, family feeling and tenderness, but I must 



turn elsewhere and let you know something of the memories of 



Miss Mary Isabella Wilson, daughter of the Walter who married 



Jane Stewart, and grand aunt of Mr. Alec Wilson. I regret 



exceedingly that so few of these memories are available. There 



is a tender, simple, and graphic style about them very striking 



and attractive. She was born in 1799, and died in 1900, and 



her memory ran back till she was two years old, and was well 



stored with events affecting her friends. Listen to an early page. 



"The longest back I can remember was walking on the 



track line with my mother and my Aunt Helena's maid from 



Newl)ridge (now Lismoyne) to Maryville, and some one said: 



"it's a long walk for a child of two." I know the look of 



the spot where this was said. Aunt Helena went to England 



with her sister, Mrs. Clarke, after this, in 1803. My two 



brothers and I got little silver knives to give our three cousin 



Clarkes the day they left Stranmillis for Bath, where Aunt 



Helena died after a short illness. I can recollect her playing 



on the organ at Maryville and the muslin dress she had on, 



which she afterwards made into frocks for me, to my great 



delight. I remember being at Ballydrain, and Matty Rainey 



took me out by a glass door to look at the weather cock 



