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disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having
been left to kick his heels for more than a lustre in the British
Linen Company's office, must expect his late re-appearance to be
greeted with hoots, if not with missiles. Yet, when I remember the
days of our explo-rations, I am not without hope. There should be
left in our native city some seed of the elect; some long-egged,
hot-headed youth must repeat to-day our dreams and wanderings of so
many years ago; he will relish the pleasure, which should have been
ours, to follow among named streets and numbered houses the country
walks of David Balfour, to identify Dean, and Silvermills, and
Broughton, and Hope Park, and Pilrig, and poor old Lochend - if it
still be standing, and the Figgate Whins - if there be any of them
left; or to push (on a long holiday) so far afield as Gillane or
the Bass. So, perhaps, his eye shall be opened to behold the series
of the generations, and he shall weigh with surprise his momentous
and nugatory gift of life. You are still - as when first I saw, as
when I last addressed you - in the venerable city which I must
always think of as my home. And I have come so far; and the sights
and thoughts of my youth pursue me; and I see like a vision the
youth of my father, and of his father, and the whole stream of
lives flowing down there far in the north, with the sound of
laughter and tears, to cast me out in the end, as by a sudden
freshet, on these ultimate islands. And I admire and bow my head
before the romance of destiny.
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