the Christian man； or find others of the same kidney to replace them。 One of her confidants had once a narrow escape； an unwieldy old woman； she had fallen from an outside stair in a close of the Old Town； and my grandmother rejoiced to communicate the providential circumstance that a baker had been passing underneath with his bread upon his head。 ‘I would like to know what kind of providence the baker thought it！' cried my grandfather。
But the sally must have been unique。 In all else that I have heard or read of him； so far from criticising； he was doing his utmost to honour and even to emulate his wife's pronounced opinions。 In the only letter which has come to my hand of Thomas Smith's； I find him informing his wife that he was ‘in time for afternoon church'； similar assurances or cognate excuses abound in the correspondence of Robert Stevenson； and it is comical and pretty to see the two generations paying the same court to a female piety more highly strung： Thomas Smith to the mother of Robert Stevenson … Robert Stevenson to the daughter of Thomas Smith。 And if for once my grandfather suffered himself to be hurried； by his sense of humour and justice； into that remark about the case of Providence and the Baker； I should be sorry for any of his children who should have stumbled into the same attitude of criticism。 In the apocalyptic style of the housekeeper of Invermay； woe be to that person！ But there was no fear； husband and sons all entertained for the pious； tender soul the same chivalrous and moved affection。 I have spoken with one who remembered her； and who had been the intimate and equal of her sons； and I found this witness had been struck； as I had been； with a sense of disproportion between the warmth of the adoration felt and the nature of the woman； whether as described or observed。 She diligently read and marked her Bible； she was a tender nurse； she had a sense of humour under strong control； she talked and found some amusement at her （or rather at her husband's） dinner…parties。 It is conceivable that even my grandmother was amenable to the seductions of dress； at least； I find her husband inquiring anxiously about ‘the gowns from Glasgow；' and very careful to describe the toilet of the Princess Charlotte； whom he had seen in church ‘in a Pelisse and Bonnet of the same colour of cloth as the Boys' Dress jackets； trimmed with blue satin ribbons； the hat or Bonnet； Mr。 Spittal said； was a Parisian slouch； and had a plume of three white feathers。' But all this leaves a blank impression； and it is rather by reading backward in these old musty letters； which have moved me now to laughter and now to impatience； that I glean occasional glimpses of how she seemed to her contemporaries； and trace （at work in her queer world of godly and grateful parasites） a mobile and responsive nature。 Fashion moulds us； and particularly women； deeper than we sometimes think； but a little while ago； and； in some circles； women stood or fell by the degree of their appreciation of old pictures； in the early years of the century （and surely with more reason） a character like that of my grandmother warmed； charmed； and subdued； like a strain of music； the hearts of the men of her own household。 And there is little doubt that Mrs。 Smith； as she looked on at the domestic life of her son and her stepdaughter； and numbered the heads in their increasing nursery； must have breathed fervent thanks to her Creator。
Yet this was to be a family unusually tried； it was not for nothing that one of the godly women saluted Miss Janet Smith as ‘a veteran in affliction'； and they were all before middle life experienced in that form of service。 By the 1st of January 1808； besides a pair of still…born twins； children had been born and still survived to the young couple。 By the 11th two were gone； by the 28th a third had followed； and the two others were still in danger。 In the letters of a former nurserymaid … I give her name； Jean Mitchell； HONORIS CAUSA … we are enabled to feel； even at this distance of time； some of the bitterness of that month of bereavement。
‘I have this day received；' she writes to Miss Janet； ‘the melancholy news of my dear babys' deaths。 My heart is like to break for my dear Mrs。 Stevenson。 O may she be supported on this trying occasion！ I hope her other three babys will be spared to her。 O； Miss Smith； did I think when I parted from my sweet babys that I never was to see them more？' ‘I received；' she begins her next； ‘the mournful news of my dear Jessie's death。 I also received the hair of my three sweet babys； which I will preserve as dear to their memorys and as a token of Mr。 and Mrs。 Stevenson's friendship and esteem。 At my leisure hours； when the children are in bed； they occupy all my thoughts； I dream of them。 About two weeks ago I dreamed that my sweet little Jessie came running to me in her usual way； and I took her in my arms。 O my dear babys； were mortal eyes permitted to see them in heaven； we would not repine nor grieve for their loss。'
By the 29th of February； the Reverend John Campbell； a man of obvious sense and human value； but hateful to the present biographer； because he wrote so many letters and conveyed so little information； summed up this first period of affliction in a letter to Miss Smith： ‘Your dear sister but a little while ago had a full nursery； and the dear blooming creatures sitting around her table filled her breast with hope that one day they should fill active stations in society and become an ornament in the Church below。 But ah！'
Near a hundred years ago these little creatures ceased to be； and for not much less a period the tears have been dried。 And to this day； looking in these stitched sheaves of letters； we hear the sound of many soft…hearted women sobbing for the lost。 Never was such a massacre of the innocents； teething and chincough and scarlet fever and smallpox ran the round； and little Lillies； and Smiths； and Stevensons fell like moths about a candle； and nearly all the sympathetic correspondents deplore and recall the little losses of their own。 ‘It is impossible to describe the Heavnly looks of the Dear Babe the three last days of his life；' writes Mrs。 Laurie to Mrs。 Smith。 ‘Never … never； my dear aunt； could I wish to eface the rememberance of this Dear Child。 Never； never； my dear aunt！' And so soon the memory of the dead and the dust of the survivors are buried in one grave。
There was another death in 1812； it passes almost unremarked； a single funeral seemed but a small event to these ‘veterans in affliction'； and by 1816 the nursery was full again。 Seven little hopefuls enlivened the house； some were growing up； to the elder girl my grandfather already wrote notes in current hand at the tail of his letters to his wife： and to the elder boys he had begun to print； with laborious care； sheets of childish gossip and pedantic applications。 Here； for instance； under date of 26th May 1816； is part of a mythological account of London； with a moral for the three gentlemen； ‘Messieurs Alan； Robert； and James Stevenson；' to whom the document is addressed：
‘There are many prisons here like Bridewell； for； like other large towns； there are many bad men here as well as many good men。 The natives of London are in general not so tall and strong as the people of Edinburgh； because they have not so much pure air； and instead of taking porridge they eat cakes made with sugar and plums。 Here you have thousands of carts to draw timber； thousands of coaches to take you to all parts of the town； and thousands of boats to sail on the river Thames。 But you must have money to pay； otherwise you can get nothing。 Now the way to get money is； become clever men and men of education； by being good scholars。'
From the same absence； he writes to his wife on a Sunday：
‘It is now about eight o'clock with me； and I imagine you to be busy with the young folks； hearing the questions ＇ANGLICE； catechism＇； and indulging the boys with a chapter from the large Bible； with their interrogations and your answers in the soundest doctrine。 I hope James is getting his verse as usual； and that Mary is not forgetting her little HYMN。 While Jeannie will be reading Wotherspoon； or some other suitable and instructive book； I presume our friend； Aunt Mary； will have just arrived with the news of A THRONG KIRK ＇a crowded church＇ and a great sermon。 You may mention； with my compliments to my mother； that I was at St。 Paul's to… day； and attended a very excellent service with Mr。 James Lawrie。 The text was 〃Examine and see that ye be in the faith。〃 '
A twinkle of humour lights up this evocation of the distant scene … the humour of happy men and happy homes。 Yet it is penned upon the threshold of fresh sorrow。 James and Mary … he of the verse and she of the hymn … did not much more than survive to welcome their returning father。 On the 25th； one of the godly women writes to Janet：
‘My dearest beloved madam； when I last parted from you； you was so affected with your affliction ＇you？ or I？＇ could think of nothing else。 But on Saturday； when I went to inquire after your health； how was I startled to hear that dear James was gone！ Ah； what is this？ My dear benefactors； doing so much good to many； to the Lord； suddenly to be deprived of their most valued comforts！ I was thrown into great perplexity； could do nothing but murmur； why these things were done to such a family。 I could not rest； but at midnight； whether spoken ＇or not＇ it was presented to my mind … 〃Those whom ye deplore are walking with me in white。〃 I conclude from this the Lord saying to sweet Mrs。 Stevenson： 〃I gave them to be brought up for me： well done； good and faithful！ they are fully prepared； and now I must present them to my father and your father； to my God and your God。〃 '
It would be hard to lay on flattery with a more sure and daring hand。 I quote it as a model of a letter of condolence； be sure it would console。 Very different； perhaps quite as welcome； is this from a lighthouse inspector to my grandfather：
‘In reading your letter the trickling tear ran down ray cheeks in silent sorrow for your departed dear ones； my sweet little friends。 Well do I remember； and you will call to mind；