As 'The March of the Cameron Men,' piped from the green steeps of Castlehill, had aroused in us thoughts of splendid victories on the battlefield, so did this simple hymn awake the spirit of the church militant; a no less stern but more spiritual soldiership, in which 'the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.' As I fell asleep on that first Sunday night in Edinburgh, after the somewhat unusual experience of three church services in a single day, three separate notes of memory floated in and out of the fabric of my dreams; the sound of the soldiers' feet marching into old St.Giles' to the strains of 'Abide with me'; the voice of the Reverend Ronald ringing out with manly insistence: 'It is aspiration that counts, not realisation; pursuit, not achievement; quest, not conquest!'-- and the closing phrases of the Friar's prayer; 'When Christ has forgiven us, help us to forgive ourselves! Help us to forgive ourselves so fully that we can even forget ourselves, remembering only Him! And so let His kingdom come; we ask it for the King's sake, Amen.'.