SATURDAY, MARCH 2, 1872.

reach me until he had sailed for Europe. I know not how he felt but his letter left me ready to cry out "My God! My God! why hast thou forsaken me?" – I had counted the months, weeks & days from first hearing of his coming – not doubting he would give me timely warning of his arrival – It was not to be, and I felt really and truly then that I had bidden him a last Farewell Ten years before – I have only received a stray letter at long and uncertain dates since – the world around him knows much more of his public career than I pretend to do – His has been a hard working life, he began with a "Purpose", stuck to it and has been successful – though I am rather disappointed at his accepting an L.L.D. from an American College, after the very decided "Southern Views" he held during the progress of the War – I have hastily sketched only the Salient points of his life and now when I glance over I feel how little I do know – His Secret Struggles with Poverty and class prejudice none can tell but himself. I remember when he went to St. Andrews he boarded with the Toll Keeper, Andrew Mitchell at something like "Five Shillings" a week. Which furnished Porridge & Milk three times a day – And in vacation time I got from him many valuable lessons as "how to renovate Broadcloth by the use of Soap and Logwood chips", often assisting him in these labours, and making "auld claes look amaist as weel as new" – Is amusing to think the "Boy" thus engaged at home in vacation time – in college was at the same time Friend & Companion of Professor Tennant, Sir David Brewster, & Dr Chalmers, last but not least the bosom friend and for years the chief