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grace in many Indian pictures； gaudily coloured and dear to young
eyes。 I cannot depict （for I have no such passions now） the greed
with which I beheld them； and when I was once sent in to say a
psalm to my grandfather； I went； quaking indeed with fear； but at
the same time glowing with hope that； if I said it well； he might
reward me with an Indian picture。
〃Thy foot He'll not let slide； nor will
He slumber that thee keeps；〃
it ran： a strange conglomerate of the unpronounceable； a sad model
to set in childhood before one who was himself to be a versifier；
and a task in recitation that really merited reward。 And I must
suppose the old man thought so too； and was either touched or
amused by the performance； for he took me in his arms with most
unwonted tenderness； and kissed me； and gave me a little kindly
sermon for my psalm； so that； for that day； we were clerk and
parson。 I was struck by this reception into so tender a surprise
that I forgot my disappointment。 And indeed the hope was one of
those that childhood forges for a pastime； and with no design upon
reality。 Nothing was more unlikely than that my grandfather should
strip himself of one of those pictures； love…gifts and reminders of
his absent sons； nothing more unlikely than that he should bestow
it upon me。 He had no idea of spoiling children； leaving all that
to my aunt； he had fared hard himself； and blubbered under the rod
in the last century； and his ways were still Spartan for the young。
The last word I heard upon his lips was in this Spartan key。 He
had over…walked in the teeth of an east wind； and was now near the
end of his many days。 He sat by the dining…room fire； with his
white hair； pale face and bloodshot eyes； a somewhat awful figure；
and my aunt had given him a dose of our good old Scotch medicine；
Dr。 Gregory's powder。 Now that remedy； as the work of a near
kinsman of Rob Roy himself； may have a savour of romance for the
imagination； but it comes uncouthly to the palate。 The old
gentleman had taken it with a wry face； and that being
accomplished； sat with perfect simplicity； like a child's； munching
a 〃barley…sugar kiss。〃 But when my aunt； having the canister open
in her hands； proposed to let me share in the sweets； he interfered
at once。 I had had no Gregory； then I should have no barley…sugar
kiss： so he decided with a touch of irritation。 And just then the
phaeton coming opportunely to the kitchen door … for such was our
unlordly fashion … I was taken for the last time from the presence
of my grandfather。
Now I often wonder what I have inherited from this old minister。 I
must suppose； indeed； that he was fond of preaching sermons； and so
am I； though I never heard it maintained that either of us loved to
hear them。 He sought health in his youth in the Isle of Wight； and
I have sought it in both hemispheres； but whereas he found and kept
it； I am still on the quest。 He was a great lover of Shakespeare；
whom he read aloud； I have been told； with taste； well； I love my
Shakespeare also； and am persuaded I can read him well； though I
own I never have been told so。 He made embroidery； designing his
own patterns； and in that kind of work I never made anything but a
kettle…holder in Berlin wool； and an odd garter of knitting； which
was as black as the chimney before I had done with it。 He loved
port； and nuts； and porter； and so do I； but they agreed better
with my grandfather； which seems to me a breach of contract。 He
had chalk…stones in his fingers； and these； in good time； I may
possibly inherit； but I would much rather have inherited his noble
presence。 Try as I please； I cannot join myself on with the
reverend doctor； and all the while； no doubt； and even as I write
the phrase； he moves in my blood； and whispers words to me； and
sits efficient in the very knot and centre of my being。 In his
garden； as I played there； I learned the love of mills … or had I
an ancestor a miller？ … and a kindness for the neighbourhood of
graves； as homely things not without their poetry … or had I an
ancestor a sexton？ But what of the garden where he played himself？
… for that； too； was a scene of my education。 Some part of me
played there in the eighteenth century； and ran races under the
green avenue at Pilrig； some part of me trudged up Leith Walk；
which was still a country place； and sat on the High School
benches； and was thrashed； perhaps； by Dr。 Adam。 The house where I
spent my youth was not yet thought upon； but we made holiday
parties among the cornfields on its site； and ate strawberries and
cream near by at a gardener's。 All this I had forgotten； only my
grandfather remembered and once reminded me。 I have forgotten；
too； how we grew up； and took orders； and went to our first
Ayrshire parish； and fell in love with and married a daughter of
Burns's Dr。 Smith … 〃Smith opens out his cauld harangues。〃 I have
forgotten； but I was there all the same； and heard stories of Burns
at first hand。
And there is a thing stranger than all that； for this HOMUNCULUS or
part…man of mine that walked about the eighteenth century with Dr。
Balfour in his youth； was in the way of meeting other HOMUNCULOS or
part…men； in the persons of my other ancestors。 These were of a
lower order； and doubtless we looked down upon them duly。 But as I
went to college with Dr。 Balfour； I may have seen the lamp and oil
man taking down the shutters from his shop beside the Tron； … we
may have had a rabbit…hutch or a bookshelf made for us by a certain
carpenter in I know not what wynd of the old； smoky city； or； upon
some holiday excursion； we may have looked into the windows of a
cottage in a flower…garden and seen a certain weaver plying his
shuttle。 And these were all kinsmen of mine upon the other side；
and from the eyes of the lamp and oil man one…half of my unborn
father； and one…quarter of myself； looked out upon us as we went by
to college。 Nothing of all this would cross the mind of the young
student； as he posted up the Bridges with trim； stockinged legs； in
that city of cocked hats and good Scotch still unadulterated。 It
would not cross his mind that he should have a daughter； and the
lamp and oil man； just then beginning； by a not unnatural
metastasis； to bloom into a lighthouse…engineer； should have a
grandson； and that these two； in the fulness of time； should wed；
and some portion of that student himself should survive yet a year
or two longer in the person of their child。
But our ancestral adventures are beyond even the arithmetic of
fancy； and it is the chief recommendation of long pedigrees； that
we can follow backward the careers of our HOMUNCULOS and be
reminded of our antenatal lives。 Our conscious years are but a
moment in the history of the elements that build us。 Are you a
bank…clerk； and do you live at Peckham