She came into possession of Hawkhill, near Edinburgh, and died there.

When dying, a tremendous storm of rain and thunder came on, so as to shake the house.

In her own quaint eccentric spirit, and with no thought of profane or light allusions, she looked up, and, listening to the storm, quietly remarked, in reference to her departure, "Ech, sirs! what a nicht for me to be fleein' through the air!" Of fine acute sarcasm I recollect hearing an expression from a _modern_ sample of the class, a charming character, but only to a certain degree answering to the description of the _older_ generation.

Conversation turning, and with just indignation, on the infidel remarks which had been heard from a certain individual, and on his irreverent treatment of Holy Scripture, all that this lady condescended to say of him was, "Gey impudent of him, I think." A recorded reply of old Lady Perth to a French gentleman is quaint and characteristic.

They had been discussing the respective merits of the cookery of each country.