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He lived to come home, and I, at the time, had the pleasure of seeing him. He was a tall, powerful man, and was said to possess the strength of any two ordinary men. He had large black whiskers, equal in size to my own, if not superior. My other uncle was also a sailor, and was on board a small frigate, which was taken by the French, and all the crew were sent to prison, where it was thought he died, as he was never after heard of.
I had several relations of the name of Dickson. There were three generations, grandfather father, and son, in the Ministry; the grandfather was well-known as the author of a popular commentary on the Psalms, a work in two volumes, an edition of which was published in Glasgow within the last few years. The father was, previous to his death, minister of the New North Church, commonly called Haddie's Hole, and was much beloved by his congregation. He regularly, once a year, visited the whole parish to which he belonged, and did not overlook a single individual, so far as he knew. He was a very plain, homely, unostentatious, and pious man, and none ever
went to the grave more regretted than he was. The son has been for upwards of thirty years one of the ministers of the West Church Parish of St. Cuthberts, Edinburgh, and is a plain, good man—very much respected. He is noted for his great affability, and does not overlook the meanest of his flock. He possesses the manse adjoining the church, and has a numerous family. Although getting up in years, he is
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