It passed off, however, but after that I found I could not stand heat and had to be careful to keep out of the sun--a hot day wilting me completely.

[That is the reason why the cool Highland air in summer has been to me a panacea for many years.

My physician has insisted that I must avoid our hot American summers.] Leave of absence was granted me by the Pennsylvania Railroad Company, and the long-sought opportunity to visit Scotland came.

My mother, my bosom friend Tom Miller, and myself, sailed in the steamship Etna, June 28, 1862, I in my twenty-seventh year; and on landing in Liverpool we proceeded at once to Dunfermline.

No change ever affected me so much as this return to my native land.