To my dear wife and myself have come increased opportunities for travel, which have been, during the almost half century of our happy wedded life, a constant source of enjoyment.

We have journeyed together from Bar Harbor, in Maine, to Coronado Beach, in Southern California.

We have traversed together the Adirondacks, the White Mountains and the Catskills, the prairies of Dakota and the orange groves of Florida, the peerless parks of Del Monte on the shores of the Pacific, and the "Royal Gorge" in the heart of the Rocky Mountain Range.

Our various trips to Europe have photographed on our hearts the memories of many dear friends and faces, some of whom, alas! have vanished into the unseen world.

In the summer of 1889, when we were at Ayr, the late Mr.Alexander Allan, came down for us in his fine steam yacht, the _Tigh-na-Mara_, and took us up to his hospitable "Hafton House" on the Holy Loch, a few miles below Glasgow.