Woodburn was admirably handy for the Edinburgh libraries, in which I put in several days' work (much belated during my illness) for the _Encyclopædia_. September I spent happily at St. Andrews, where my friend and host George Angus, though now a good deal of an invalid, was as kind and pleasant as ever. We had talks on heraldry, a favourite subject with us both; and I remember his rubbing his hands with delight on reading (on the authority of Juliana Berners, prioress of Sopewell), that the four Evangelists were "gentlemen come by the right line of that worthy conqueror Judas Maccabæus"; and also that the Four Latin Doctors, Jerome, Ambrose, Augustine, and Gregory, were gentlemen of blood and coat-armour."[4] I copied from one of his early heraldic books the arms anciently assigned to:-- _Adam_ (before the Fall)--a shield gules, whereon a shield argent borne on an escutcheon of pretence [arms of _Eve_, she being an heiress]. _Do._ (after the Fall)--paly tranché, divided every way, and tinctured of every colour. {123} _Joseph_--chequy, sable and argent. _David_--argent a harp or. _Gideon_--sable, a fleece argent, a chief azure gutté d'eau. _Samson_--gules, a lion couchant or, within an orle argent, sémé of bees sable. I saw something at St. Andrews of another old acquaintance, Jock Dalrymple, now Stair, who had some little time before succeeded his father (the kind old friend of my youth), and had grown grey, portly, and rather solemn since coming into his kingdom. He was Captain of the Royal and Ancient this year; and although he boasted of "hating politics," and would not trouble to vote in Parliament on the most vital Imperial question, would sit for hours in the chair at a club meeting, discussing the minutiae of golfing rules with a zest and patience that never failed. Men are curiously made! I went, while at St. Andrews, to spend a weekend with the Fairlies at their neighbouring castle of Myres (set in the most enchanting old Scottish garden), and said mass in a billiard-room converted by my friend into a decorous chapel, just as had been done by Bishop Hedley in his episcopal villa near Cardiff. I noticed with interest the mace sculptured on one of the angular turrets. Thereby hung a tale--and a grievance; and my host told me how the presentation of a macership in the Court of Session went with the ownership of Myres, i.e. of the castle, as he maintained. But though he had bought the castle, my Lord Bute had bought the estate (marching with his lands of Falkland); and _his_ contention was that the estate, not the castle, carried with it the macership.[5] _Hinc illæ lacrymæ_. {124}