Her Majesty removed her troops--the Dominion wouldn't pay, a poor-spirited business--and a bulwark went with the regiment.

The original dignified group broke, dissolved, scattered.

Prosperous traders foreclosed them, the spirit of the times defeated them, young Liberals succeeded them in office.

Their grandsons married the daughters of well-to-do persons who came from the north of Ireland, the east of Scotland, and the Lord knows where.

It was a sorry tale of disintegration with a cheerful sequel of rebuilding, leading to a little unavoidable confusion as the edifice went up.