Had he not been a supporter of good Sir Robert?
Had he not asked Albert to succeed him as commander-in-chief?
And what a proud moment it had been when he stood as sponsor to her son Arthur, who was born on his eighty-first birthday! So now she filled a whole page of her diary with panegyrical regrets.

"His position was the highest a subject ever had--above party--looked up to by all--revered by the whole nation--the friend of the Sovereign...

The Crown never possessed--and I fear never WILL--so DEVOTED, loyal, and faithful a subject, so staunch a supporter! To US his loss is IRREPARABLE...

To Albert he showed the greatest kindness and the utmost confidence...

Not an eye will be dry in the whole country." These were serious thoughts; but they were soon succeeded by others hardly less moving--by events as impossible to forget--by Mr.MacLeod's sermon on Nicodemus--by the gift of a red flannel petticoat to Mrs.P.
Farquharson, and another to old Kitty Kear.
But, without doubt, most memorable, most delightful of all were the expeditions--the rare, exciting expeditions up distant mountains, across broad rivers, through strange country, and lasting several days.