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 DAVID MASSON, LL.D., 
 
 ON UNVEILING A BUST OF 
 
 THOMAS CARLYLE 
 in the Wallace Monument. 
 
 PRINTED WITH PROFESSOR MASSON'S CONSENT. 
 
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 PREFATORY. 
 
 HE bust of Thomas Carlyle 
 was unveiled in the Wallace 
 Monument at Stirling on the 
 Tsfe^K 25th of July, 1 89 1. The 
 Custodiers and those invited to be present 
 at the ceremony met in Stirling and drove to 
 the Abbey Craig, on the brow of which stands 
 the National Monument to Sir William 
 Wallace. The bright, pleasant weather which 
 prevailed that day enabled the company on 
 reaching the summit of the hill to enjoy a 
 view of the surrounding country, which amply 
 compensated for the somewhat toilsome ascent. 
 From this central height, looking to the east 
 may be seen the " Silver Forth," tracing the 
 maze of its winding course among folds and 
 islands of richly cultivated land. Across the 
 
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PREFATORY. 
 
 valley rises the mediaeval town of Stirling, 
 cresting, like another Edinburgh, the ridge on 
 which it is built, and terminating with the grey, 
 machicolated and embattled walls of the old 
 castle. A little beyond lies the "Marathon" of 
 Scotland — famous Bannockburn ! Far-stretch- 
 ing to the west the massive Grampians are 
 heaped, and in the extreme distance may be 
 discerned the blue peaks of Argyleshire. These 
 in brief are the outstanding features of the 
 beautiful and historic scene, the contemplation 
 of which bestirs in the memory of every true 
 Scot a long pageant of glorious circumstances. 
 Presently the company, having entered the 
 monument, ascended to the lofty, vaulted chamber 
 known as " The Hall of Heroes." Situated in 
 the heart of a thick walled tower whose head 
 reaches the clouds, there is, in this sombre deep- 
 echoing place, with its sculptures and dim light 
 from stained glass, a sympathy for the imagina- 
 tion which carries one back into the Past and 
 puts the mind in attitude to confront those 
 almost ghostly presentments of Scotland's 
 mighty dead which are arrayed about. Here, 
 in this Valhalla, before these mute witnesses, 
 
PREFATORY. 
 
 the image of the last comer was unveiled, and 
 in the sympathetic ear of his compatriots was 
 delivered the following noble oration proclaim- 
 ing and justifying the entry of another Hero 
 — the eulogy of the scribe, the votive image, 
 the whole ceremony, curiously recalling some 
 antique funeral rite. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Address, - - - n 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 The Bust, 37 
 
 The National Wallace Monument, - - - - 3 9 
 
 Craigenputtock, - - 45 
 
 5 Cheyne Row, Chelsea, 47 
 
 ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 The Bust Of Carlyle, Frontispiece. 
 
 Pittendrigh Macgillivray, Sc 
 
 5 Cheyne Row, Chelsea, .... Facing p. 19 
 Alexander M 'Gibbon. 
 
 Craigenputtock, ,,22 
 
 James Paterson, R.S.W. 
 
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THOMAS CARLYLE 
 
 AN ADDRESS BY 
 
 DAVID MAS SON. 
 
 
 \ HERE is no more becoming 
 §£|J£ instinct of human nature than 
 'I iwS! t ^ iat wmcn prompts to the corn- 
 ea <^fe=b5i memoration of important lives 
 and persons of the past by such monumental 
 means as statues and busts. The real justifi- 
 cation of such memorials is not that they confer 
 honour upon the dead, but that they express 
 powerful feelings of the living. We are met 
 here to-day to testify in this manner our regard 
 for the memory of a man who died more than 
 ten years ago. What are the special reasons 
 for commemoration in this particular case ; and 
 why is it in this place ? Were there no 
 other reason, it might be enough merely to 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 remember what a writer Carlyle was, what 
 bequests his life has left to us in the 
 form of additions to the greater and more 
 permanent literature of the English speech. 
 In the twenty-fifth year of his age at the close 
 of the reign of George III., and then already 
 known among his private friends by the first 
 outbreakings of a literary genius the full future 
 of which none of them could precalculate, he 
 began his public career of authorship in the 
 reign of George IV. ; it extended thence through 
 the reign of William IV. ; but it was in its 
 subsequent long stretch of no less than forty- 
 four years into the reign of Queen Victoria that 
 he flashed out conspicuously, and by almost 
 universal acknowledgment, as the supreme 
 English prose-writer among his contemporaries, 
 — the first thirty of those years being the time 
 of his boldest, strongest, and most productive 
 manhood, and the remaining fourteen the time 
 of his comparative rest in his old age, of the 
 diffusion of his writings in collective editions 
 among new generations of readers, and of 
 consummated national veneration for him as 
 the literary patriarch emeritus of the British 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 Islands. We can now survey the total chrono- 
 logically. His Translation of Wilhelm Meister, 
 his Life of Schiller, his Specimens of German 
 Romance, the rich series of his Miscellanies 
 contributed to various periodicals from 1827 
 onwards, his Sartor Resartus, his History of 
 the French Revolution, his Chartism, his 
 Lectures on Heroes and Hero- Worship, his 
 Past and Present, his Letters and Speeches 
 of Oliver Cromwell, his Latter Day Pamphlets, 
 his Life of John Sterling, and his History of 
 Frederick the Great: these, together with the 
 posthumously-published Reminiscences, and a 
 number of relics besides, compose the array 
 of volumes that now stand on the shelves of 
 our libraries as the Works of Thomas Carlyle. 
 With our recollections of these, or of any 
 considerable portion of them, do Mve. need any 
 further reason for our present meeting, and the 
 setting up of this bust ? 
 
 Within this general reason, however, there 
 is certainly contained what, if taken by itself, 
 may well serve as further and more peculiar 
 reason. Carlyle was not only a great man of 
 letters ; he was a great man of letters of a rare 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 and very extraordinary kind. His books are 
 not only examples of splendid literary art and 
 workmanship, exhibitions of a powerful intellect 
 transferring itself from subject to subject, and 
 always with masterly result : they are all this, 
 and are admirable and valuable individually on 
 this account ; but they are much more. Col- 
 lectively and connectedly, they are manifestoes 
 and expositions of a system of doctrine, a mode 
 of thinking and feeling, which came upon his 
 contemporaries at first as a perplexity and 
 astonishment, but took possession of them 
 whether they would or not, breathed a new 
 soul into all British literature round about him, 
 and has affected to this day the thought, and 
 even the language, of the whole English- 
 speaking world. It is interesting now, in this 
 connection, to recall the impression made by 
 Carlyle in the very beginning of his literary 
 career upon such a man as Goethe, whom he 
 had never seen, and who could judge of him 
 only from his early articles on German writers 
 in the Edinburgh Revieiv and elsewhere. "It 
 " is admirable in Carlyle," said Goethe in one of 
 his conversations with Eckermann in the year 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 1827, "that in his judgments of our German 
 " authors he has especially in view the mental 
 " and moral core as that which is really influ- 
 " ential. Carlyle is a moral force of great 
 "importance; there is in him much for the 
 " future, and we cannot foresee what he will 
 "produce and effect." Goethe's discernment, 
 we see, had fastened on that very constitutional 
 peculiarity of Carlyle, visible in his writings 
 from the very first, which most irritated and 
 troubled Jeffrey in his editorial dealings with 
 him — his being always "so dreadfully in earnest" 
 was one of Jeffrey's phrases for it — as the most 
 distinctive thing in Carlyle's genius,, and the 
 surest promise of a future not capable of being 
 exactly predicted, but certain to be uncommon. 
 Goethe died while Carlyle was still only be- 
 ginning to reveal himself; but the whole of 
 Carlyle's long literary life, we can now see, was 
 a fulfilment of Goethe's forecast. Essayist, 
 scholar, critic, biographer, historian, author also 
 now and then of pieces describable only as 
 phantasies or extravaganzas — in each and any 
 of these walks so splendid a literary artist that, 
 though he had for his contemporaries, senior or 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
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 junior, such celebrities in English prose as 
 Landor, Hallam, Leigh Hunt, Wilson, De 
 Quincey, Milman, Lockhart, Grote, Macaulay, 
 Newman, Hugh Miller, John Stuart Mill, 
 Thackeray, Dickens, Ruskin, and Matthew 
 Arnold, he stood massively singular among 
 them all, and reverenced by the best of them — 
 what still chiefly distinguishes him from these 
 and from all his other literary contemporaries is 
 the intensity of the moral force in his writings, 
 their blazing moral fervour, the ardour with 
 which they inculcate a new ethical creed, almost 
 a new religion. This combination in him of the 
 moral and spiritual propagandist with the 
 essayist, the biographer, the historian, the 
 miscellaneous man of letters, was so unusual 
 that people became accustomed to it but gradu- 
 ally. At first, in the Edinburgh circle round 
 Jeffrey, it was enough to call him a Mystic or a 
 German Mystic, and so have comfortably done 
 with him. Later, when he emerged from his 
 solitude at Craigenputtock and transferred him- 
 self to London, his reception there was that of 
 a man who had come out of a wilderness — his 
 raiment of camel's hair, and his food hitherto 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 locusts and wild honey — wonderful certainly, 
 but uncouth. Still later, when the succession of 
 his greater books, the perfection of their execu- 
 tion, and the beauties and melodies interspersed 
 with their roughnesses, had made the original 
 estimate seem insufficient, there was a licence in 
 his favour to persevere in breaking established 
 literary conventions ; but it was an exceptional 
 licence, and accorded to no other. And so on 
 and on, till they ended by calling him " The 
 Chelsea Prophet," and imagined him as the 
 aged tenant of a shrine whence nothing could 
 come but, at longer intervals than before, and in 
 gradually feebler form, the same thunders and 
 the same lightnings. Always it was the moral 
 force in Carlyle, the vein of peculiar spiritual 
 and ethical teaching contained in his writings, 
 that made him the unique man he was in the 
 British Literature of the Victorian era. What 
 need to try here to define this peculiar spiritual 
 and ethical creed, or to specify its chief articles? 
 Enough if I remind you of what you all already 
 know of it by describing it generally as having 
 consisted in a never-ceasing effort to resuscitate 
 
 among his countrymen and others certain struct,- 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 ural or elementary faiths of the human spirit 
 which he conceived to have been lamentably- 
 dead or dormant in modern times, and if, trying 
 to be more particular, and describing it farther 
 as having consisted in a fervid natural Theism 
 with its immediate moral derivatives, I ask you 
 to go along with me while I repeat a few sen- 
 tences which I have used on another occasion. 
 Thinking of him in connection with the only 
 other men of his generation whom we can 
 recognise as having been of public note beside 
 him, though in a different guise, in the same 
 great function of spiritual leadership among 
 their fellows — I meant the chiefs of the Christian 
 clergy — " Did he not excel them all, or almost 
 " them all," I ventured to ask, "in the intensity 
 " and tremendousness with which he inculcated 
 " and disseminated his creed, such as it was ? 
 " Did he not stand out for fifty years as, in this 
 " respect, a living rebuke to the lukewarmness 
 " and lassitude of many of those whose express 
 " profession was that his creed was but naught 
 " at its best, and that they themselves were the 
 " accredited messengers of one so much richer 
 " and fuller ? In comparison with him, how 
 
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5 C1IEYNE ROW, CHELSEA. 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 " many thousands of his contemporaries were 
 " liable to the charge of being dreadfully 
 " at ease in what they maintained to be their 
 "own better Zion ! From what British pulpit, 
 " from what thousand British pulpits, has there 
 " been poured into the veins of the British com- 
 " munity, and of kindred peoples, within existing 
 " memory, a tide of more stimulating and rous- 
 " ing influence than that which came from the 
 " humble home of Carlyle at Chelsea ? " 
 
 The man himself was coequal with his teach- 
 ings. Not all literary celebrities, I can assure 
 you, stand being seen and closely known ; but 
 Carlyle did. For an adequate conception of 
 him, indeed, it is almost necessary to have 
 known him to some extent personally, to have 
 been for some hours in his company, to have 
 listened to his marvellous talk, to have heard 
 his great laugh, to have had cognisance of 
 samples of his behaviour in the daily round of his 
 opportunities and duties. So seen and observed, 
 the effect he produced burst the bounds of all 
 ordinary preconceptions of what a great man of 
 letters might be, and caused a sense of some- 
 thing preternatural in his presence, of mingled 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 fear and delight, amazement and affection. But 
 the delight overcame the fear, and the affection 
 the amazement ; and one ended by being at- 
 tracted to him prodigiously, and loving him as 
 hardly any one else. But what about his re- 
 ported sternness and harshness, his capacity of 
 being savage and rude ; and what, again, about 
 his perpetual dolefulness, the melancholy of 
 his views of things, the eternal wailing with 
 which he is said to have gone through the 
 world? In my opinion, there has been much 
 exaggeration in the posthumous descriptions of 
 Carlyle in both these aspects. Of his sternness 
 and harshness we should have heard far less but 
 for the unfortunate publication, which he never 
 would himself have sanctioned, of some of his 
 private self-communings about particular things 
 and persons ; but, so far as his demeanour 
 through life did exhibit this characteristic, how 
 much of it may be resolved into the very large- 
 ness and fearlessness of his honesty ! There are 
 two kinds or forms of honesty in speech. There 
 is that lower honesty — I call it "lower," but it 
 is a most valuable virtue, and very rarely at- 
 tained — which consists in never saying, or seem- 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 ing to say, anything that one does not really 
 think ; and there is that higher honesty which 
 consists in always and on every occasion saying 
 all that one does think. Of this higher honesty 
 — the general practice of which would make 
 society unendurable, such licence would it give 
 to blockheads — Carlyle did permit himself the 
 exercise in an unusual degree ; and hence 
 much of what has been called his rudeness. 
 But, suppose that this will not cover all, and 
 attribute as much as you like to mere irascibility 
 and a habit of contradiction, what of that in 
 relation to the total of which it was a part ? I 
 knew Carlyle ; and I aver to you that his heart 
 was as large and generous as his brain was 
 powerful, that he was essentially a most lovable 
 man, and that there were depths of tenderness, 
 kindliness, benevolence, and most delicate cour- 
 tesy in him, with all his seeming ruggedness 
 and sternness, such as I have hardly found, 
 throughout my life, in any other human being. 
 Then, as to the gloominess and melancholy of 
 his habitual mood, though he is himself respon- 
 sible for that tradition respecting him, not the 
 less do I discern in it something of biographical 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 error, an insufficient summation of the facts of 
 his mental history. The melancholy of which 
 he tells us so much was rather, I believe, the 
 mood into which his mind subsided and settled 
 in its solitary hours, when it was not otherwise 
 at work, than the permanent mood of its activity 
 when it was fully engaged and in miscellaneous 
 commerce with the world ; it was the mood to 
 which he tended in afterthought, when he 
 reflected upon himself and what he had been 
 doing ; it was the mood, therefore, in which he 
 had chiefly seen himself, and which he recol- 
 lected in over-proportion. How much else in 
 him those about him saw than what could in any 
 sense be called melancholy ! What an eye he 
 had for the humorous in every form ; how he 
 revelled in the humorous ; in any hour you were 
 with him how he shook you again and again 
 with laughter as he entertained you with 
 picturesque stories, anecdotes, and character- 
 sketches ; and how, if there were sighings, and 
 tempests, and blasts of denunciation from him, 
 as there were sure to be, in the course of his 
 conversation, he always recalled himself to 
 placidity, and always with a laugh ! If 
 
CRAIGENPUTTOCK. 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 "happiness" consists in the experience from 
 moment to moment, and the accumulated 
 remembrance, of the richest and most ecstatic 
 sensations and mental stirrings that life and the 
 spectacle of the world can supply or originate, 
 how can we think of Carlyle, all his melan- 
 choly notwithstanding, as having been really 
 an "unhappy" man? But, vote the melan- 
 choly to have been all-dominant in his life, 
 what a noble melancholy it was ! Take two 
 glimpses of him, at points of his life two and 
 thirty years apart. "One night lately," he 
 wrote from Dumfriesshire to his friend Sterling 
 on the 28th of July 1837, "I rode through 
 " the village where I was born. The old kirk- 
 "yard tree, a huge, old gnarled ash, was nest- 
 "ling itself softly against the great twilight in 
 "the north. A star or two looked out, and the 
 " old graves were all there, and my father and 
 "sister ; and God was over all." Again, on the 
 14th of October 1869, when he was in the 
 seventy-fourth year of his age and the third of 
 his great bereavement, this is what he wrote 
 in his journal in his house in Cheyne Row, 
 Chelsea: — "Three nights ago, stepping out after 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 "midnight, with my final pipe, and looking up 
 " into the stars, which were clear and numerous, 
 " it struck me with a strange new kind of feel- 
 " ing, ' Hah ! in a little while I shall have seen 
 "you also for the last time. God Almighty's 
 " own Theatre of Immensity, the Infinite 
 "made palpable and visible to me, that also 
 " will be closed, flung in my face ; and I shall 
 " never behold that either any more.' And I 
 " knew so little of it, real as was my effort and 
 "desire to know. The thought of this eternal 
 "deprivation . . was sad and painful to me. 
 " And then a second feeling rose in me, What 
 " if Omnipotence, which has developed in me 
 "these pieties, these reverences and infinite 
 "affections, should actually have said 'Yes, 
 " poor mortals ! such of you as have gone so far 
 " shall be permitted to go farther ? Hope ! des- 
 " pair not ! ' " What writing that is, and how 
 divine the kind of melancholy ! Was not this 
 a man to be remembered with love ? 
 
 Our final reason for the act in which we are 
 now engaged, and that which causes us to be 
 performing it here, is that this man, of such 
 extraordinary mark and proportions in the 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 recent literary and intellectual history of the 
 British Islands, and so widely famous now on 
 that account over the rest of the earth, was of 
 Scottish birth and origin. One can have no 
 patience, indeed, and ought to have no patience, 
 with that spirit of ultra-Scotticism, describable 
 only as Scotticism run mad, which can take no 
 interest in anything that is not Scottish, has no 
 admiration for anything that is not Scottish, 
 grows sulky in particular at the mention of 
 England's greatness, or at any suggestion that 
 England ever exhibited, or could exhibit, a su- 
 periority to Scotland in any matter or form 
 whatsoever, and would forget or ignore the im- 
 mense importance for Scotland of that conjunc- 
 tion at last with the larger neighbour kingdom 
 which admitted Scotland to full partnership 
 in the splendid inheritance of intellectual and 
 literary wealth, distinctively England's own till 
 1707, which is represented by the names of 
 Chaucer, Spenser, Bacon, Shakespeare, Milton, 
 Dryden, Locke, and Sir Isaac Newton. But a 
 very different thing from any such absurd state 
 of temper is the patriotic Scottish feeling, the 
 sense of our Scottish nationality, which we pro- 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 fess by being here. It is but our form of a feel- 
 ing which is natural in every country that has 
 had an independent history and still preserves 
 marks of inherited and indestructible individ- 
 uality. In any such country, be it England, 
 Ireland, France, Germany, Italy, or any other, 
 
 " Breathes there the man with soul so dead 
 Who never to himself hath said 
 
 1 This is my own, my native land ? ' " 
 
 We Scots have the reputation of cherishing this 
 
 feeling of nationality in excess ; but, if so, how 
 
 can we help it ? Scotland territorially is but a 
 
 small country, but it has had a history as heroic, as 
 
 picturesque, as interesting, as heart-stirring and 
 
 imagination-stirring, as any national history on 
 
 the face of the earth ; and, with all the changed 
 
 conditions of that new partnership with England 
 
 which has now continued for nearly two centuries, 
 
 Scotland still stands where it did, immemorially 
 
 Scotland, indestructibly Scotland. It is not for 
 
 nothing that in this central spot of the map of 
 
 Scotland where we are now assembled, on this 
 
 crag looking round and down upon Scotland's 
 
 ancient battle-fields, there has been erected this 
 
 tower to the memory of the man who may be 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 said to have created the Scottish nation, or at 
 least saved it from destruction, and sent it on 
 unimpaired for centuries of further independent 
 life, — the half-mythical, yet astoundingly real, 
 Wallace of Elderslie. The monument that bears 
 his name serves, even in that passing view of its 
 strikingly-conceived contour which is obtained 
 from any distance in the surrounding landscape, 
 the double function of reminding natives or tour- 
 ists of the fact that there were such centuries of 
 independent Scottish history, and of impressing 
 also the fact that those centuries are not for- 
 gotten yet by the Scottish people, and that the 
 spirit and traditions from them are at work still 
 in the changed conditions of our later time, 
 nerving Scottish energy for adequate, and per- 
 haps still peculiarly characteristic, co-operation 
 with England and Ireland in the affairs of the 
 united British body-politic and of the British 
 Empire. It was a good thought, however, that 
 within the monument there should be gathered 
 gradually, for the inspection of closer visitors, 
 miscellaneous relics illustrative of the Scottish 
 past, and especially that in one of its halls there 
 
 should be portrait-busts, or other sculptured re- 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 membrances, of a selection of the more eminent 
 Scotsmen of successive generations. Only a 
 beginning has been made in this excellent dir- 
 ection ; but already, in addition to the ideal 
 statue of Wallace himself over the doorway of 
 the monument, and to the bust in this hall, not 
 wholly ideal, but founded on authentic evidence, 
 of Wallace's great successor and executor, King 
 Robert Bruce, there have been gifted to the 
 monument by different patriotic donors, and are 
 now also in this hall, busts of Knox and Buchanan 
 as representative of the older Scotland, and of 
 Adam Smith, James Watt, Robert Burns, Sir 
 Walter Scott, Tannahill, Thomas Chalmers, 
 Hugh Miller, and David Livingstone, as repre- 
 sentatives of the later. When the gaps in the 
 earlier series are filled up we may look surely for 
 busts, or such substitutes for busts as the sculp- 
 tor's art can furnish, of (to name only celebrities 
 of the intellectual and literary order) Barbour, the 
 poet-king James I, Dunbar, Gavin Douglas, Sir 
 David Lindsay, Napier of Merchiston, and 
 Drummond of Hawthornden ; and among the 
 most desirable additions to the later series (still 
 
 of the same order) are certainly Allan Ramsay, 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw, James Thomson, 
 David Hume, Tobias Smollett, the Baroness 
 Nairne, Thomas Campbell, John Wilson, and 
 Sir William Hamilton. One addition to the 
 later series we are enabled, by the generosity 
 of an anonymous donor, to make to-day ; and 
 it is the addition for which, all over Scotland, 
 the vote would be overwhelmingly decisive, and 
 indeed unanimous. There are portraits and busts, 
 or other memorials, of Carlyle, in considerable 
 number already in Scotland, and there will be 
 more and more of them ; but it would be strange 
 if this little Scottish Walhalla on the Wallace 
 Craig near Stirling did not contain its own 
 representation of the face and features of this 
 greatest of recent Scotsmen. 
 
 In newspaper-paragraphs about Carlyle of 
 late, both in England and in Scotland, I have 
 observed a habit of imagining him as an eccen- 
 tric, absent-minded, and feebled-bodied old 
 gentleman, who habitually talked Scotch, and 
 might be heard muttering to himself in his walks 
 such Scotch or pseudo-Scotch phrases as " Ech, 
 "sirs," "O, mon," " Na, na," " Dinna, dinna." 
 
 The imagination is totally incorrect. When I 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 first knew Carlyle, he was a tall, spare man, of 
 close on six feet in height ; he was formidable- 
 looking then, and he remained formidable-look- 
 ing to the last, even after his stature had shrunk 
 in extreme old age, and he stooped and some- 
 what tottered in his gait ; so far from being ab- 
 sent-minded at any time or in any degree, he 
 had a remarkable boldness of eye for the observ- 
 ation of whatever was round him, almost the 
 wide-awakeness of a hawk; and, though he could 
 speak in racy Scotch when he liked, or when he 
 made a Scottish quotation, — a faculty, I hope, 
 which we all retain, — his own habitual vocabulary 
 was not Scotch at all, but very choice, and even 
 stately, English. If you studied his intonation, 
 however, you had him at once. There was no 
 mistaking the Scotsman in him then. He moved 
 among the Londoners for nearly fifty years an 
 unabashed Annandale man, and talked his splen- 
 dours, wherever he went, in the unabashed 
 accent of that Scottish region, only modified into 
 a kind of lyrical chaunt peculiar to himself, and 
 with one or two minute peculiar pronunciations. 
 Nor was he less of the Scotsman in many of his 
 
 ways of thinking, in some of his strongest affec- 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 tions, and in the memories most frequent with 
 him and from which he drew his kindliest inspir- 
 ations. It is within my knowledge that he medi- 
 tated at one time some sort of biography of 
 Wallace, and looked into the materials. Knox 
 was a hero of his heart, and the little he has left 
 us about Knox is but a fragment of that larger 
 history of Knox and the Scottish Reformation 
 which he had projected as his first important his- 
 torical work, but from which he was drawn off 
 by the subject of the French Revolution. He 
 had a special liking for George Buchanan, and 
 I remember his bringing home one day a portrait- 
 print of that Scottish scholar, with the remark 
 that he had been " investing in the Fine Arts " 
 to that extent with much satisfaction, because it 
 was such a strong, honest, Scottish physiognomy 
 to have beside one. His essay on Burns, written 
 in 1828, is one of the most impassioned pieces 
 that ever came from his pen, and is to this day 
 the most beautiful and perfect thing about Burns 
 in the English language; and among all his con- 
 temporaries known to him personally there was 
 no one of whom he spoke uniformly with higher 
 regard and admiration than Dr. Chalmers. By 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 the strength and variety of his Scottish sym- 
 pathies and recollections, therefore, and by the 
 discernibly large amount and efficacy of the 
 Scottish fibre in his constitution, even when he 
 was not treating of Scottish themes, Carlyle was 
 a typical Scotsman, and on that account too, as 
 on so many others, deserves the effigy of him set 
 up here. " Deserves the effigy!" how weak that 
 expression for our real feelings respecting his 
 place and proportions among the latest chief men 
 of the Scottish nation! Burns, Scott, and Chal- 
 mers, — others are memorable, but these three, 
 and in that order chronologically, are our national 
 men of greatest magnitude of genius all in all 
 immediately preceding Carlyle ; and to these 
 three Carlyle adds himself as the one indubitable 
 fourth. Or, if it is magnitude of literary genius 
 and effect that we principally think of, then, 
 Chalmers left standing apart on, ground of his 
 own, it is Burns, Scott, and Carlyle that we 
 name as the trio of Scotland's most recent immor- 
 tals of supreme consequence. Nature dislikes 
 repeating herself in the shapes of her productions ; 
 and, as we step, as it were, from one to another 
 of these three, it is with a sense of co-equality 
 
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THE WALLACE MONUMENT. 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 the more extraordinary because of enormous 
 difference. And so it is in company with Burns 
 and Scott that we here place Carlyle in effigy, — 
 that Burns whom he so loved that he used to speak 
 of him more frequently and fondly, I think, than 
 of any other mortal, and that Scott to whom 
 unfortunately he did scantier justice, but whom, 
 not the less resolutely and enthusiastically for 
 that accident, we think of, and posterity to the 
 end of time will think of, as the great and good 
 and magical Sir Walter. In that company, I 
 say ; and where more fittingly than in this high 
 hall of a tower rising from a famous crag in the 
 centre of Scotland expressly to commemorate 
 what has been best and most characteristic in 
 Scotland hitherto ? Yes, — 
 
 " Here's the platform, here's the proper place ! 
 
 Hail to your purlieus, 
 All ye high-fliers of the feathered race, 
 
 Swallows and curlews ! . . . 
 Here, here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, 
 
 Lightnings are loosened, 
 Stars come and go ! let joy break with the storm, 
 
 Peace let the dew send ! 
 Lofty designs must close with like effects : 
 
 Loftily lying 
 Leave him, — still loftier than the world suspects, 
 
 Living and dying." 
 
 33 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 THE BUST 
 
 OF 
 
 THOMAS CARLYLE. 
 
 The Bust is the work of Mr. Pittendrigh Macgillivray, 
 sculptor, Glasgow. It is of Heroic size, and made of 
 bronze. On its sides are inscribed the titles of four of 
 Carlyle's greatest works — Sartor Resartus, French Revolu- 
 tion, Cromwell, and Frederick the Great. The bust is 
 placed on a black marble plinth, which rests on an oak 
 pedestal, having affixed a bronze tablet bearing the follow- 
 ing inscription — 
 
 THOMAS CARLYLE, 
 
 BORN 1795, DIED 1 88 1, 
 UNVEILED, JULY, 1 89 1, 
 BY DAVID MASSON, LL.D. 
 PITTENDRIGH MACGILLIVRAY, Sc. 
 
 37 
 
I 
 
APPENDIX, 
 
 THE 
 
 NATIONAL WALLACE MONUMENT. 
 
 Although the memory of their great patriot and hero, Sir 
 William Wallace, will be enshrined for ever in the breasts of 
 his countrymen, still the feeling was general in Scotland 
 about forty years ago that it would be fitting to erect a 
 material monument in his honour on a site overlooking the 
 scene of his greatest victory. It was also designed that 
 the proposed monument should receive memorials of other 
 Scotsmen, whose distinguished careers had heightened the 
 renown of the country for whose liberties and independence 
 Wallace struggled and died. The proposal was sub- 
 mitted to representative Scotsmen at a great assembly, 
 presided over by the Earl of Elgin, and held in the King's 
 Park, Stirling, on the anniversary of the battle of Bannock- 
 burn, 1856. It was carried by acclamation and with great 
 enthusiasm, and an influential committee was formed to 
 procure the necessary funds and carry through the project. 
 The site fixed on was the summit of the Abbey Craig, and 
 it was presented as a free gift by the Provost and Town 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 Council of Stirling. The appeal for money met a generous 
 response ; subscriptions poured in from Scotsmen at home 
 and in all parts of the world. There were soon ^6,000 
 in hand, and then, feeling financial success assured, the 
 Committee invited designs; eventually selecting that of 
 Mr. John H. Rochead, Glasgow. On the anniversary 
 of the battle of Bannockburn, 1861, the foundation 
 stone was laid with masonic honours by the Duke 
 of Athole, Grand Master Mason of Scotland. The 
 occasion was marked by an extraordinary outburst of 
 patriotic feeling. The procession from the King's Park to 
 the site was marshalled by General Sir James M. Wallace, 
 and led by Col. Griffith of the Scots Greys. More than 
 40,000 persons took part in it, and these included 200 
 masonic and other lodges, and 30 companies of Scottish 
 volunteers. Suitable orations, delivered and received with 
 great enthusiasm, were made by Sir Archibald Allison, 
 Sheriff Bell, Rev. Dr. Gillan, and Mr. James Dods. 
 
 This volume contains an artistic sketch of Mr. Rochead's 
 design ; it is that of a Tower in the early Scottish style, 36 
 feet square at the base, and rising to a height of 220 feet, 
 while the Craig, on which it stands, is 360 feet above the 
 river Forth, meandering peacefully through the fertile valley 
 at its base. The building of the Monument was necessarily 
 tedious, owing to its elevated position and other causes, but 
 at length, eight years after the foundation stone was laid, the 
 completed structure was formally handed over by Lord 
 Jerviswoode, in name of the subscribers, to the Provost of 
 Stirling as representing the permanent body of custodiers 
 
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APPENDIX. 
 
 entrusted with its preservation and maintenance. It would 
 be impossible to mention the names of all those to whom 
 the success of this national undertaking is due, but special 
 reference may well be made to Mr. Colin Rae-Brown, 
 Glasgow, the principal author of the project; and to the 
 Rev. Dr. Rogers, Stirling, who displayed the utmost zeal and 
 energy in carrying it out. The completed Monument 
 became at once a centre of attraction for Scotsmen, 
 and for visitors from all quarters, and it is now 
 recognized as one of the principal objects of interest 
 for sightseers in this country. Admission to the 
 Monument is free, but visitors wishing to ascend the spiral 
 staircase pay twopence each for that privilege ; and so many 
 thousands take advantage of it, that the custodiers were 
 able to pay off all their outstanding liabilities, to pay a 
 keeper's salary, and all expenses of maintenance. When 
 all these charges had been met there was still a surplus 
 balance in 1878 of fully ^600. With this sum, and the 
 security of an ample income from the same source, the 
 custodiers proceeded to embellish and furnish the Monument. 
 One of the halls was furnished with weapons of war and suits 
 of armour belonging to the 13th and 14th centuries — these 
 were contributed by the Secretary of State for War from the 
 armoury in the Tower of London. The windows in the 
 Monument, eleven in number, were filled in with stained 
 glass, showing bold designs of Scottish warriors, patriotic 
 emblems, and the National Escutcheon. A most valuable 
 contribution to the Monument was arranged for at this time, 
 when, by the sanction and authority of the War Office, the 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 sword of Wallace was removed from Dumbarton Castle, and, 
 by the hands of Hugh Robert Wallace, Esq., of Busbie and 
 Cloncaird — the lineal descendant of the Scottish Patriot — 
 was given to the custodiers for preservation in their Hall of 
 Heroes. Certain entries discovered in the accounts of the 
 Lord High Treasurer of James IV., dated December 5th, 
 1505, have placed the genuineness of this precious relic 
 beyond all reasonable doubt, and now, encased in a suitable 
 shrine, it has found a fit and final resting-place in the 
 National Wallace Monument. A colossal statue of Wallace 
 was placed in the niche which had been prepared for its 
 reception by the architect. This statue is thirteen feet in 
 height, and made of bronze; it represents the hero in a 
 martial attitude with drawn sword, looking towards the 
 Bridge of Stirling. The work was unveiled by the Marquis 
 of Bute on June 25th, 1887 — a salute of artillery from 
 Stirling Castle announcing the historic fact. 
 
 Within the last few years a number of memorial busts of 
 eminent Scotsmen have been placed in what now must be 
 regarded as the National Valhalla. It will be admitted that 
 Donors and Custodiers in presenting and accepting these 
 busts have made admirable selections — they all belong to 
 the Dii majores of the Scottish race — and this brief 
 sketch of the history of the Monument may be properly 
 concluded by giving a list of the Busts presented, along 
 with the names of Donors and dates of unveiling. 
 
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APPENDIX. 
 
 i. Robert Burns, - - Unveiled September 4, 1886. 
 Donor — Andrew Carnegie, Esq., New York. 
 
 2. King Robert the Bruce, Unveiled September 4, 1886. 
 
 Donor — The Marquis of Bute. 
 
 3. John Knox, - - Unveiled September 12, 1887. 
 
 Donors — Sons of David Yellowlees, Stirling. 
 
 4. George Buchanan, - Unveiled September 12, 1887. 
 
 Donors — Caledonian Society, Port of Mayne, Indiana. 
 
 5. Sir Walter Scott, - Unveiled September 12, 1887, 
 
 Donor — Mrs. Andrew Carnegie, New York. 
 
 6. James Watt, - - Unveiled September 11, 1888. 
 
 Donor — Andrew Stewart, Esq., Glasgow. 
 
 7. Hugh Miller, - ■ Unveiled September 11, 1888. 
 
 Donor — His Excellency R. H. Gunning, London. 
 
 8. David Livingstone, - Unveiled March 7, 1889. 
 
 Donor — Provost Donald, Dunfermline. 
 
 9. Thomas Chalmers, - Unveiled August 6, 1889. 
 
 Donor — His Excellency R. H. Gunning, London. 
 
 10. Adam Smith, - - Unveiled September 19, 1889. 
 
 Donor — His Excellency R. H. Gunning, London. 
 
 11. Robert Tannahill, - Unveiled September 19, 1889. 
 
 Donor — Provost Miller, Hillhead, Glasgow. 
 
 12. Thomas Carlyle, - Unveiled July 25th, 1891. 
 
 Donor — Anonymous. 
 
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APPENDIX. 
 
 CRAIGENPUTTOCK. 
 
 FROM A LETTER ADDRESSED TO GOETHE FROM CARLYLE. 
 
 Craigenputtock, 25 Sept., 1828. 
 
 You inquire with such affection touching our present abode 
 and employments, that I must say some words on that sub- 
 ject, while I have still space. Dumfries is a pretty town, of 
 some 15,000 inhabitants ; the Commercial and Judicial 
 Metropolis of a considerable district on the Scottish border. 
 Our dwelling-place is not in it, but fifteen miles (two hours' 
 riding) to the north-west of it, among the Granite Mountains 
 and black moors which stretch westward through Galloway 
 almost to the Irish Sea. This is, as it were, a green oasis in 
 that desert of heath and rock ; a piece of ploughed and 
 partially sheltered and ornamented ground, where corn 
 ripens and trees yield umbrage, though encircled on all hands 
 by moorfowl and only the hardiest breeds of sheep. Here, 
 by dint of great endeavour we have pargetted and garnished 
 for ourselves a clean substantial dwelling ; and settled down 
 in defect of any Professional or other Official appointment, 
 to cultivate Literature, on our own resources, by way of 
 occupation, and roses and garden shrubs, and if possible 
 
 health and a peaceable temper of mind to forward it. The 
 G 45 
 
CARLYLE. 
 
 roses are indeed still mostly to plant; but they already 
 blossom in Hope; and we have two swift horses, which, 
 with the mountain air, are better than all physicians for 
 sick nerves. That exercise, which I am very fond of, is 
 almost my sole amusement ; for this is one of the most soli- 
 tary spots in Britain, being six miles from any individual 
 of the formally visiting class. It might have suited 
 Rousseau almost as well as his Island of St. Pierre ; indeed 
 I find that most of my city friends impute to me a motive 
 similiar to his in coming hither, and predict no good 
 from it. But I came hither purely for this one reason : 
 that I might not have to write for bread, might not be 
 tempted to tell lies for money. This space of Earth is our 
 own, and we can live in it and write and think as seems best 
 to us, though Zoilus himself should become king of letters. 
 And as to its solitude, a mail-coach will any day transport us 
 to Edinburgh, which is our British Weimar. Nay, even at 
 this time, I have a whole horse-load of French, German, 
 American, English Reviews and Journals, were they of any 
 worth, encumbering the table of my little library. Moreover, 
 from any of our heights I can discern a Hill, a day's journey 
 to the eastward, where Agricola with his Romans has left a 
 camp ; at the foot of which I was born, where my Father and 
 Mother are still living to love me. 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 5 CHEYNE ROW, CHELSEA. 
 
 CARLYLE'S DESCRIPTION OF THE HOUSE, 
 Sent to his Wife in May, 1834.. 
 
 The street runs down upon the river, which I suppose you 
 might see by stretching out your head from the front 
 window, at a distance of fifty yards on the left. We are 
 called " Cheyne Row " proper (pronounced Chainie Row), 
 and are a " genteel neighbourhood ; " two old ladies on one 
 side, unknown character on the other, but with "pianos." 
 The street is flag pathed, sunk storied, iron railed, all old 
 fashioned and tightly done up; looks out on a rank of 
 sturdy old pollarded (that is, beheaded) lime trees standing 
 there like giants in tawtie wigs (for the new boughs are still 
 young); beyond this a high brick wall; backwards a 
 garden, the size of our back one at Comely Bank; with 
 trees, etc., in bad culture ; beyond this green hayfields and 
 tree avenues, once a bishop's pleasure grounds, an 
 unpicturesque yet rather cheerful outlook. The house is 
 eminent, antique, wainscoted to the very ceiling, and has 
 all been new painted and repaired; broadish stair with 
 massive balustrade (in the old style), corniced and as thick 
 as one's thigh ; floors thick as a rock, wood of them here 
 and there worm-eaten, yet capable of cleanness, and still 
 
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CARLYLE. 
 
 with thrice the strength of a modern floor. And then as to 
 the rooms, Goody! Three stories beside the sunk story, 
 in every one of them three apartments, in depth something 
 like forty feet in all — a front dining-room (marble chimney 
 piece, etc.)., then a back dining-room or breakfast-room, 
 a little narrower by reason of the kitchen stairs ; then out of 
 this, and narrower still (to allow a back window, you 
 consider) a china-room or pantry or I know not what, all 
 shelved and fit to hold crockery for the whole street. Such 
 is the ground area, which of course continues to the top, 
 and furnishes every bedroom with a dressing-room or second 
 bedroom ; on the whole a most massive roomy sufficient old 
 house with places, for example, to hang, say, three dozen 
 hats or cloaks on, and as many crevices and queer old 
 presses and shelved closets (all tight and new painted in 
 their way) as would gratify the most covetous Goody — rent, 
 thirty-five pounds ! I confess I am strongly tempted. 
 Chelsea is a singular heterogeneous kind of spot, very dirty 
 and confused in some places, quite beautiful in others, 
 abounding with antiquities and the traces of great men — Sir 
 Thomas More, Steele, Smollett, etc. Our Row, which for 
 the last three doors or so is a street, and none of the 
 noblest, runs out upon a "Parade" (perhaps they call it) 
 running along the shore of the river, a broad highway with 
 huge shady trees, boats lying moored, and a smell of 
 shipping and tar. Battersea Bridge (of wood) a few yards 
 off; the broad river with white-trowsered, white-shirted 
 Cockneys dashing by like arrows in thin long canoes of 
 boats ; beyond, the green beautiful knolls of Surrey with 
 
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APPENDIX. 
 
 their villages — on the whole, a most artificial, green-painted, 
 yet lively, fresh, almost opera-looking business, such as you 
 can fancy. Finally, Chelsea abounds more than any place 
 in omnibi, and they take you to Coventry Street for 
 sixpence. Revolve all this in thy fancy and judgment, my 
 child, and see what thou canst make of it. 
 
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LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Alexander, William, LL.D., 3 Belvidere Street, Aberdeen. 
 Anderson, Rev. Thomas S. , East Free Manse, Arbroath. 
 Angus, John, Kirkcudbright. 
 Annan, James Craig, Glenbank, Lenzie. 
 
 Bain, Andrew, 17 Athole Gardens, Kelvinside. 
 
 Bannatyne, Mark, 145 West George Street. 
 
 Barret, F. T., Mitchell Library, Glasgow. 
 
 Barr, John, Beechleigh, Windsor Park, Belfast. 
 
 Barry, Rev. John C, Dumbarton. 
 
 Bisset, H., J.P., Burnside House, Aberdeen. 
 
 Blackwood, J. H. H., 55 Roslea Drive. 
 
 Blane, Quintin, National Bank, Ayr. 
 
 Blythe, Robert, C.A., 115 St. Vincent Street. 
 
 Brown, James, 10 Barnton Street, Stirling. 
 
 Brown, James, 8 Bute Gardens, Hillhead. 
 
 Brown, William, 26 Princes Street, Edinburgh. 
 
 Burnet, John James, F.RI.B.A., 167 St. Vincent Street 
 
 Burnet, John, 167 St. Vincent Street. 
 
 Burnet, Mary, 2 St. James' Place, Hillhead. 
 
 Calvert, Edwin S., R.S.W., 257 West George Street. 
 Campbell, John A., 167 St. Vincent Street. 
 Camegie, Andrew. 
 
 Carlyle, Mrs. Katherine, Craigenputtock, Dunscore. 
 Christie, William, 36 Port Street, Glasgow. 
 Colquhoun, Andrew, 8 Royal Gardens. 
 Colquhoun, James, 158 St. Vincent Street. 
 Cooper, John, 2 Bothwell Road, Hamilton. 
 Cullen, Alexander, Clyde Street, Motherwell. 
 5» 
 
LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Davies, James M., 75 West Regent Streeet. 
 
 Denholm, W. M., 75 Wilton Street. 
 
 Dewar, J. L., 93 Hill Street, Garnethill. 
 
 Dickson, D. Ritchie, 234 West George Street. 
 
 Donald, A. K., London. 
 
 Douglas, Campbell, F.R.I.B.A., 266 St. Vincent Street. 
 
 Douglas, William, 122 West Campbell Street. 
 
 Douglas & Foulis, 9 Castle Street, Edinburgh. 
 
 Dow, Thomas Millie, 5 Linwood Terrace, Hillhead. 
 
 Dyer, Prof. Henry, 8 Highburgh Terrace. 
 
 Edmiston, John, 41 West Nile Street. 
 Elliott, Joseph J., 86 Hill Street, Garnethill. 
 Ewing, James C, 202 Saracen Street, Possilpark. 
 
 Forrest, Archibald, 71 King Street, Stirling. 
 
 Garroway, James, Helensburgh. 
 Gostling, D., F.R.I.B.A., Bombay. 
 Gow, Leonard, Jun., 19 Waterloo Street. 
 Gribbon, James, 63 Kent Road. 
 Guy, Robert, 120 West Regent Street. 
 
 Henderson, A. K., 6 Hanover Street, Kelvinside. 
 Hill, George W. , 6 Prince's Terrace, Dowanhill. 
 Hogg, Mrs. Jane T>., Journal Office, Stirling. 
 Houstoun, Walter L., 5 Stanhope Street. 
 Hutton, James, C.A., West George Street. 
 
 Jamieson, John, Observer Office, Stirling. 
 
 Johnston, William, 15 Buckingham Terrace. 
 
 Jolly, William, F.G.S., F.R.S.E., Greenhead House, Govan. 
 
 Kempt, Irvine, Forresthill, Kelvinside. 
 Kennedy, A., Gallamuir, Uddingston. 
 Keppie, John, LA., 140 Bath Street. 
 King, George, LL.D., CLE., Calcutta. 
 King, Rev. J. W., Bearsden. 
 
 Logie, D. W., 20 Murray Place, Stirling. 
 
 Macgillivray, Pittendrigh, 207 West Campbell Street. 
 Mackay, Eneas, 43 Murray Place, Stirling. 
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LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 MacDonald, Alexander, 9 Montgomerie Drive. 
 
 Mackean, James A. D., 8 Garthland Place, Paisley. 
 
 Macphail, D., M.D., Whifflet. 
 
 M 'Gilchrist, James Dumbarton. 
 
 M'Gillivray, R. P., 299 Sauchiehall Street. 
 
 M'Guire, Charles, 3 Albany Place. 
 
 M'Kendrick, Alexander, 48 Jane Street. 
 
 M'Kendrick, Prof. John G., 45 Westbourne Gardens. 
 
 M'Laren, Captain Peter, Stevenson Drive, Langside. 
 
 M'Millan, Edward, Rannochlea, St. Andrew's Drive, Pollokshields. 
 
 Mann, James, 4 University Gardens. 
 
 Manwell, James, 4 Albert Drive, Pollokshields. 
 
 Marshall, Robert, 97 Wellington Street. 
 
 Martin, William, 28 Renfield Street. 
 
 Mather, George R., M.D., 11 Annfield Place, Dennistoun. 
 
 Middleton, George, M.A., 262 Bath Street. 
 
 Miller, A. Lindsay, 121 West Regent Street. 
 
 Moncrieff, Hugh, 45 West George Street. 
 
 Morgan, John W., 93 Union Street. 
 
 Morison, John, 1 1 Burnbank Gardens. 
 
 Morrison, Hew, Edinburgh. 
 
 Muirhead, R. F. , Bridge of Weir. 
 
 Murray, James, J. P. , Aberdeen . 
 
 Munro, Neil, 67 Hope Street. 
 
 Napier, George G. , 9 Woodside Place. 
 Napier, W. , 50 North Hanover Street. 
 Napier, William, 33 Monteith Row. 
 
 Park, Stuart, 227 West George Street. 
 Paterson, A. Craig, 45 West George Street. 
 Paterson, Edmond B., 176 St. Vincent Street. 
 Paterson, James, Killiness, Moniaive. 
 Paterson, R. G., 21 University Gardens. 
 Paton, James, Corporation Galleries. 
 
 Ralston, Alexander, 67 Hope Street. 
 Reid, Alexander, 227 West George Street. 
 Rennie, John, Wellcroft, Helensburgh. 
 Richardson, James, 89 Queen Street. 
 Ronald, James, 9 Allan Park, Stirling. 
 
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LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Ronald, William, 40 Barnton Street, Stirling. 
 Russell, Thomas, Cleveden, Kelvinside. 
 
 Salmon, W. F., F.R.I.B.A., 197 St. Vincent Street 
 
 Scott, H. D. Colvill, The Mount, Brookwood, Surrey. 
 
 Scott, John, 245 Sauchiehall Street. 
 
 Sellars, George W., 241 West George Street. 
 
 Shaw, Crawford, Cambuskenneth. 
 
 Shearer, Dr. Thomas. Baltimore, U.S.A. 
 
 Smith, William, 2 Melrose Street. 
 
 Stewart, J. W., 150 Hope Street. 
 
 Sutherland, George, 52 Kenmure Street, Pollokshields. 
 
 Sword, James, Smith Institute, Stirling. 
 
 Thomson, James, 20 Park Terrace, Stirling. 
 Thomson, William, 32 Granby Terrace, Hillhead. 
 Toft, Albert, Trafalgar Studios, Cheslea, London. 
 Tullis, David, Glencairn, Burnside, Rutherglen. 
 Tullis, John, Inchcape, Dennistoun. 
 Tumbull, John, junr., 255 Bath Street. 
 Turnbull, John, 31 Buccleuch Street. 
 
 Underwood, Laura, 2 St. James' Place, Hillhead. 
 
 Walker, Robert, Fine Art Institute, Glasgow. 
 Walls, Robert, 65 St. Vincent Street. 
 Walton, E. A., A.R.S.A., 203 Bath Street. 
 Watt, William, Strathaven. 
 White, A. C., L.D.S., 42 Dundas Street. 
 Williamson, Adam G, 14 Broompark Terrace. 
 Williamson, Charles M., 194 West George Street. 
 Wyllie & Son, D., 247 Union Street, Aberdeen. 
 
 Yellowlees, R., Stirling. 
 
 Young, Rev. Forrest F. , The Manse, Wash-on-Tyne. 
 
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