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CROSSING THE BORDER.
The time had now arrived when it was necessary for me to go to Scotland, for a few days.

I had two very powerful reasons for this excursion:--first, because an old and valued friend of mine was there, whom I had not met for many years, and whom I could not think of leaving this country without seeing again; and secondly, because I was desirous of visiting the residence of my forefathers on the Tweed, which, although it had passed out of their possession many years ago, was still endeared to me as their home, as the scene of the family traditions; and above all, as their burial place.
The grave is the first stage on the journey, from this to the other world.

We are permitted to escort our friends so far, and no further; it is there we part for ever.

It is there the human form is deposited, when mortality is changed for immortality.