ears later, and wrote on the pane of his bedroom
window the scandalous epigram on Inveraray so often quoted. The present
Duke (who has perpetrated a fair amount of poetry himself) would give
much of his odd cash to recover that pane, which was cut out some years
ago by a pilfering visitor.[31]

[30] I am inclined to think that the relationship formerly
existing between the Highland chief and the member of his clan
was perfect in its way--a _model_ of class relationship. There
was nothing menial about the clansman's attitude, though he gave
unbounded homage to his lord. At the battle of Inverkeithing, a
clansman and his seven sons gave up their lives to shield from
death their chieftain, Sir Hector Maclean. As the old man saw his
boys fall one after the other, he shouted with glee and pride,
"_Another for Sir Hector!_" until he himself lay, like a true
thane, beside his progeny. Nothing could be finer or more
touching than such a scene.

[31] Burns tells us that when in Inveraray Hotel, he was entirely
neglected by the servants, who gave all their attention to some
gentlemen from the Castle. In our day, the Campbells have shown
contrition by their willingness to admit that Burns was one of
their own clan. Burns's ancestors were, it is said, Campbells of
Taynuilt. Taynuilt means in English, Burnhouse. When the poet's
ancestors emigrated to Forfarshire, they were known as _Campbells
from Burnhouse_. In course of time the appellation was shortened
into Burnhouse simply, and latterly into Burness or
Burns.--Q.E.D.

THE SACRED ISLE.

Wordsworth came to Iona (which also belongs to the Argyll family) in
1833, and wrote four poor sonnets on the sacred isle. This is what he
saw:

"To each voyager
Some ragged child holds up for sale a store
Of wave-worn pebbles, pleading on the shore
Where once came monk and nun with gentle stir."

Owing to its ecclesiastical renown as the cradle of Christianity in
Britain, no island is so much visited as Iona. The audience I addressed
was the most miscellaneous I have ever seen: there were boatmen and
barristers, anglers and artists, curates and crofters, French and
Germans.

The present-day natives seem desirous of keeping up the old reputation
for theology. The boatman who ferries visitors ashore, remarked to me
with pride that his favourite book was one entitled _T