These three months, I can find nothing to do. I am a burden on Jeanie and her husband. I wish I was a soldier again. I cannot even get labouring work. God will bless those, I hope, who have been good to me. I have seen my folly. I would be useful, but can get nothing to do. My mother is at her rest,--God receive her soul!--I will go to South America. Maria de Parides will put me in a way to do for myself, and be a burden to no one. Or, I shall go to Spain, and live in Boho.--I will go to Buenos Ayres.--Farewell! John, this is all I have to leave you. It is your’s: do with it as you think proper. If I succeed in the South, I will return and lay my bones beside my parents: if not, I will never come back. FINIS. FOOTNOTES: [1] A ruinous castle on the shore. [2] A rocky islet in the river Forth. [3] Many of the Scottish Highlanders are Roman Catholics, particularly those of the name of M‘Donald. [4] A favourite national air. [5] The last day of the year is so called in Scotland. [6] Kitt, a term for a soldier’s necessaries. [7] Thin flat cakes. [8] From purgatory. * * * * * Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: better than our own commandders;=> better than our own commanders; {pg 85} On the the fourth=> On the fourth {pg 122} but never came up up with the enemy=> but never came up with the enemy {pg 129} and giving me a a pancake => and giving me a pancake {pg 210} when we we were all turned out=> when we were all turned out {pg 211} End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First or Glasgow Re, by Anonymous