with jewels. To this was added later on, two narrow gold bands, which meet and support a small cross in the center. Below and in front of the crown is a collar of the Order of the Garter, also studded with jewels. On one side is a large pendant of St. George and the dragon, while on the other side is a handsome locket surrounded with diamonds. This has a miniature on both sides, the locket being the Order of the Thistle. Between these two is a large ruby ring which was the coronation ring of Charles I. Beside these and with them, were belt, scabbard, and Scottish sword of state, with two handsome scepters. These jewels were lost for a number of years. No trace of them could be found. An old oaken chest which stands near the glass cage, and which had been in the castle, but was supposed to be empty, and could not be opened for rust, was finally forced open by some inquiring mind, and then were found the long lost jewels in bags just as they had been placed for preservation. On coming down-stairs, we went into a large vacant room, called Queen Mary's room, then on into a very small room, which was Queen Mary's bedroom. From its windows she had lowered her son, James, to be taken to Stirling to be baptized in the Catholic faith. This castle, like the one in Stirling, is built on a huge solid rock that towers above the city, which has been built all around it. In the grounds of the castle is the smallest and oldest church in Scotland, called St. Margaret's, and this is also the oldest part of the castle. It was built for Queen Margaret. We drove back to our hotel

for lunch. Just as we were entering this, Mis saw us and came in to welcome us, they havi several days previously. They promised to evening with us and to come to-morrow We rested for a while, then drove through the dence part of the city, which is handsome built. It is divided into Old and New Town cess Street, known as one of the handsome of Europe. We returned to the hotel and af Mrs. Chipman and her daughters came, and a jolly evening together.

Wednesday, June 22, we drove to Holyroo We saw Mary Queen of Scots' rooms, her her bed and the hangings, which still show and material; her chairs and workstand, wit of silk embroidery just as she had left it, a plainly shows the work and pattern; also a bal presented to her by Queen Elizabeth.

The supper-room, which is very small, o from her bedroom, and it was here that Ri Italian secretary, was assassinated by Lord and gentlemen of the court. He was dragged side, where he had sought protection, through room to the stairway, and there murdered. S still on the floor, said to be his blood stains. T beautiful part of the palace was the chapel, ruins.

From here we drove to Old Town, saw th where Sir Walter Scott lived when in Edinbo the house where Burns lived.

We went by St. Giles Church, where John Knox preached his doctrines, and where Jennie Geddes threw her stool at Dean Hanna's head because she was displeased at his sermon. Tablets of both the dean and Jennie are in the church. This cathedral has been restored. The organ is a fine sweet-toned instrument. The organist was practicing for a wedding while we were there. We saw in here a beautiful bas-relief of Robert Louis Stevenson. When we left, our driver suggested stopping at the old Scottish Parliament, now the Law Court, where we saw the lawyers in their wigs and gowns, quite a novel sight to us. Then we visited John Knox's house, which is quaint, the rooms being very small. There is a small pulpit on the corner of the house on the street, from which he used to preach to the people. We returned to our hotel from here, where we met the Chipmans, who lunched with us. It has rained to-day in hard showers and occasional thunderstorms. We had arranged to attend the band. concert in the Princess Street Park. These concerts are given here three times a week, though concerts are given daily in a number of other parks. It cleared about this time, and we went over. The Royal Scots band in full uniform played finely, and a band of Highland Pipers in full kilties, led by a tall, splendid bass drummer, who was so ugly he was handsome. flourished his drumsticks in a most graceful manner. Whenever he changed the time the pipers changed the tune. They marched when playing, and carried themselves grandly. The pipers' plaid was green, blue and

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white. The drummer also wore the plaid he wore a red coat with a leopard's skin th one shoulder, with the head over his back. all struck by his appearance, as he was su nificent-looking man. One of the Misses Ch marked, "he could pack his clothes in her tru heard three or four numbers and then we away by the rain, the Chipmans going to t and we to ours. Later in the afternoon it cle we started for a little drive, going to Fergu large confectioner, for Edinboro rock al sweeties.

The next morning, June 23, we spent in s getting various Scotch goods, souvenirs, etc. the rest, some of the famous Scotch shortbrea is delicious. After luncheon at I P. M., we motor for our party, including Mrs. Chipn daughters, with Gusty and myself, going first lyn Chapel. This is quite small, because it ha been completed. They still hold services her sexton was proud of the chapel and told u things about it. His Scotch was extremely Very little is left of the castle, caretakers only there. In one room the panel ceiling still r This castle is beautifully located, as all castles a high rock, this one being on the banks of a be stream, and is a picturesque old ruin. We drov here to Hawthorden, the old Drummond Castle only saw the grounds. There is a high wall sti rounding the castle, which seems to be part of so

building, and in one of these buildings, Mary, Queen of Scots, on one of her numerous escapades, hid. Only one part of the round tower of the castle remains. It is ivy covered. The mansion which is attached to part of the old castle was built at a later period, and it is here that William Drummond, the poet, lived, and it is still occupied. We drove to the little village of Roslyn, stopping at the inn for tea. We expected to stop on our return drive at the fishing village of Leith to see the fishing boats come in and the fishwives get their supply for the market, but it rained and grew too foggy to attempt it. Instead, we drove to a wonderfully high bridge, known as the Forth Bridge, as it crosses the Frith of Forth. It is a mile and a half long, and the tallest steamer can easily pass under its arches. It is noted as one of the world's finest pieces of engineering. From here we drove to Cramond Brig and over it. It is very old, and legend says that one dark night, as King James V was returning to the castle from one of his frequent pilgrimages in disguise, he was set upon by some ruffians, and had he not received the timely assistance of a poor man returning home, it might have cost him his life. As it was, he was badly beaten. This man took the king to his home, thinking he was poor, like himself, never dreaming it was his king. He dressed his wounds and finally returned to the castle with him, the king representing himself as a retainer. On the way, he asked the man what he would most desire if he could have a wish. The man replied he would like to own the farm on