Its Theology stands iron-cabled, grand and solid as an iceberg in the sea of modern speculation, unsoftened under the patter of the heterodox sentimentalities of human philanthropy.

It is growing more and more a City of Palaces.

And the palaces are all built for housing the poorest of the poor, the weakest of the weak and the vilest of the vile.

These hospitals are the Holyroods of Edinburgh II.

They honor it with a renown better than the royal palace of the latter name ever won.
I said Edinburgh the Second.