1856J OXFORD LIFE 425 where a, Lord Airlie was imprisoned, and whence he was rescued by his sister, who dressed him up in her clothes." aj#w.7wt, Au-ynxt 17. The ruin of Arbroath (Aberbro-thodk) is most interesting. William the Lion is buried before the high altar, and in the chapter-house is the lid of his eoflin in Scottish marble, with his headless figure, the only existing ciligy of a Scottish king. In the chapterhouse a man puts into your hand what looks like a lump of decayed ebony, and you are told it is the 'blood, gums, and intestines' of the king. You also see the skull of the Queen, the thigh-bone of her brother, and other such relics of royalty. Most beautiful are the cliffs of Arbroath, a scene of Scott's fc Antiquary.' From a natural terrace you look down into deep tiny gulfs of blue water in the rich reel sandstone rock, with every variety of tiny islet, dark cave, and perpendicular pillar; and, far in the distance, is the Ineheape Rock, where the Danish pirate stole the warning bell, and was afterwards lost himself; which gave rise to the ballad of 4Sir Patrick Spoils.' The Pietish tower here in moHt curious, but its character injured by the cathedral being built too near." 1 have an over-vivid recollection of a most piteous Sunday spent in the wretched town of Breehin, with nothing whatever to do, an in those days it would have made my mother too miserable if I had travelled at all on a Sunday — the wretched folly of Sabbatarianism (against which, our Saviour so especially preached when on earth) being then rife in our family, to wieh a degree, that I regard witli loathing the recollection of every seventh day of my life until I was about eight-and-twenty.1 After leaving 1 How who iclollw him in theory attend to the precept of Ltttlwr: 4*I£ any whet© Sunday is made holy for theheard her say to her sister ninlJIH .i?|s |i»iji a]<|isso