"Poor Eric!--But no, I will not call him poor; after all he is happier now than we.

You loved him well," he continued; "why do you not try and preserve some records of his life ?" The suggestion took me by surprise, but I thought over it, and at once began to accomplish it.

My own reminiscences of Eric were numerous and vivid, and several of my old schoolfellows and friends gladly supplied me with other particulars, especially the Bishop of Roslyn, Mr.Rose, Montagu, and Wildney.

So the story of Eric's ruin has been told, and told as he would have wished it done, with simple truth.

Noble Eric! I do not fear that I have wronged your memory, and you I know would rejoice to think how sorrowful hours have lost something of their sorrow, as I wrote the scenes in so many of which we were engaged together in our school-boy days.
I visited Roslyn a short time ago, and walked for hours along the sands, picturing in my memory the pleasant faces, and recalling the joyous tones of the many whom I had known and loved.