Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-08-03
BRO. BARNES IN SCOTLAND.
PRAISE THE LORD"

Dcdr Interior
Benefits Close" IL where the meet.
ings are held. A "cIose" in Scotland is a
narrow alley, or lane, with ne. Often Il u
approached, as Benefits ia, by a low arch.
way built under houses, 40 that there il no
break in the continuity Of the frontage
Up this close We pass for 20 steps or so,
over sloppy cobble.stones, where open doors
and untidy aights Of steps lead to greater
untidyness in comfortless rooms above.
Here, IS in scores Of places Of the same
sort, the poor, who have no means OF far
ing better, swarm and tester in filth and
discomfort. The Tods have taken an old
shell Of stone walls, knocked out floor
and made a neat chapel that will hold
100 or 100 people and here, after patient,
painstaking visitation, gathered a Sunday
school ofover 100 children and hold regu-
lar religious services. Brother Willie, the
youngest Of the brothers, is the head Of this
enterprise and keeps II up regularly, tho
in active business with his father. The in
fluence Of this little mission il felt through
ont all that end Of Dalkeith and many re-
claimed souls bless the day il was opened.
Thursday the 9Th We rode out 30 miles
by rail to visit AbbOttsfOrd and Melrose
Abbeys, that lie conveniently within few
miles OF each other. Bro. John, our ever
attentive chaperone, arranged all the pre-
liminaries and we were off by 10 O'Clock to
make a day Of it," We passed on the
way, seeing them from the car Windows,
both Creighton and Borthwick Castles,
picturesque ruins in romantic situations.
The latter Of the two is where Mary Queen
Of Scots-the pitiful type Of lovliness, mis-
fortune and perhaps crime combined
passed her honeymoon after her marriage
with Boutwell,. This fascinating woman
has thrown a glamour Of romance over
every thing she came in contact with and
her tragic death has 40 condoned her pos
sible crimes, that there remains only room
for pity, l will not say in a Scotchman's
heart, but in even that Of the casual tourist
rs he stumbles at every step over some me-
mortal Of the ill-stsrred lady. In less than
m hour we landed at Melrose Station, took
cab and were whirled over picturesque
road, - miles, to the famous residence Of
Sir Walter Scott. | rode on the boz with
he red-haired laddie that drove us, pump
ing him in plain English and getting an
'wers in such broad Scotch that i was once
md again at loss to understand, as | often
lm in my intercourse with these sons Of
Jacob, though where these particular
RIDES picked up their lingo, "dinna ken"
The country through which we passed on
,ur way to Abboltsford is very like the
ovely lands around Mt. Sterling, Ky
With many dry stone dykes, or rock fences,
% increase the Likeness and make the land
cape more homelike, AbbottsfOrd Of
course appertains to a stream and this ford |
yas in the river Tweed that flows in front
Il the beautiful premises, with a few hun
ired yards Of lovely, sloping park interven-
ng. The view Of this from the drawing
Dom windows, with the rolling country be
Iond, is charming II lies on a hillside,
With the public road approach from the
Jack. A high wall, covered with several
Of ivy, screens the rear premises.
We left our cab on the highway and de.
cended to the mansion on foot. Follow
ng the path between a wall on one side
nd an iron railing on the other, the FIRST
bject that meets the eye is a kneeling
tone figure, life size, with hands and feet
by the sculptor, but the pose
cry impressive, representing the excise.
IAN who betrayed Rob Roy and was about
D be pitched, bound, into the lake by the
ommand Of Helen McGreggor, sueing on
is knees for mercy. He did not get it,
at died for his treacheiy. In an ante
pom, where the visitors book lies on Ia.
lie at the side, and good-sized dinner bell
n another, which tourists ring to call the {
Itendant, we waited our turn for about IS
linutes. This gave us ample time to in
'ect the apartment, which was hung with
ID wood engravings, nearly every one rep
battle scene. There were per- q
APPS 30 or 40 Of these in small gilt frames, ,
Ist as Sir Walter left them. by and by I
tile side door opened and a small party /
pilgrims came out. headed by young q
ian who looked at us with an air Of Ian
aid WEAKNESS, which was not assumed, I
Dor fellow, / am sure. Such life would q
ut me in the luDatic asylum pretty soon 8
his young man was a cockney, too, Of all I
srsons in the world TO show the life col /
ctions Of such thorough Scotchman as b
II Walter Scott. The prophecies demand
Highlander in full costume, at least. !
he bones of the dead author must have a
titled in their coffin II he heard our guide, ]
he said, "rhis, gentlemen, is a hebony "
sket presented to Sir Walter by George e
Y. This hegg-shaped snuiI.box was a gift il
Dm the Duke Of Wellington" etc, etc, p
match, But this maidpropOs attendant Il
As the only disappointment Of the Alb 4
'ttsford visit. lie welded a stick like J
rge walking. cane, as he explained the L
Filings worth that each tourists pays for n
e privilege Of going over Abboitsford. h
e seemed to aim at strict justice in the n
after, without affecting generosity; and 81
en- with that wearied, protesting air, as II 4
} had done him personal injury when n
} rang him down stairs with that great d