made a courtesy. It was a touching sight, and it was the last. After my return to New York I received a letter from them signed by all save five, whose names were written for them by the matron, thanking me for my interest in them. A letter came also, asking me if I could find Christian homes for them in our city. There had been a great work of grace there, and they were anxious to save the poor women from falling back into their old ways. I advised them to send them to Canada, and secure to them homes among the Scotch farmers there. They did so, and the result was most favorable. Many were plucked as brands from the burning.”
Mr. Carter spent a month in his beloved Earlston, the place of his birth, and greatly enjoyed reviving old scenes and memories. He inquired of his old weaver friend what had become of the set of Rollin with which he had the adventure with the mad dog. He said that he would gladly have given him the book, but he had parted with it only the year before. A neighbor’s family had gone to Australia, and he had given them Rollin to beguile the tedium of the long voyage. Mr. Carter was greatly disappointed, as he would have valued the old book very highly.
Mr. Carter’s sons preached in the church of their forefathers. He greatly enjoyed the beautiful drives in lovely Berwickshire and the neighboring counties. One day he went to Kelso and saw Mrs. Duncan, his dear old friend. He also called on Dr. Horatius Bonar, but was told that Dr. Andrew Bonar was on a visit to his brother, and the two had gone to spend the day at Flodden Field; so he missed seeing them together, though he saw both afterwards in Glasgow and Edinburgh.
