Oh, if ye’re at Dumbarton fair, Gang to the castle when ye’re there, And see a sicht baith rich and rare-- The nose o’ Captain Frazer. Unless ye’re blin’ or unco glee’t, A mile awa’ ye’re sure to see’t, And nearer han’ a man gauns wi’t That owns the nose o’ Frazer. It’s great in length, it’s great in girth, It’s great in grief, it’s great in mirth, Tho’ grown wi’ years, ‘twas great at birth-- It’s greater far than Frazer! I’ve heard volcanoes loudly roarin’, And Niagara’s waters pourin’; But oh, gin ye had heard the snorin’ Frae the nose o’ Captain Frazer! To wauken sleepin’ congregations, Or rouse to battle sleepin’ nations, Gae wa’ wi’ preachin’s and orations, And try the nose o’ Frazer! Gif French invaders try to lan’ Upon our glorious British stran’, Fear nocht if ships are no’ at han’, But trust the nose o’ Frazer. Jist crack that cannon ower the shore, Weel rammed wi’ snuff, then let it roar Ae Hielan’ sneeze! then never more They’ll daur the nose o’ Frazer. If that great Nose is ever deid, To bury it ye dinna need, Nae coffin made o’ wood or leed, Could hand the nose o’ Frazer. But let it stan’ itsel’ alane, Erect, like some big Druid stane, That a’ the warl’ may see its bane, ‘In memory o’ Frazer!’ CHAPTER VI BALMORAL If the cry for vital being-- ‘Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, More life, and fuller, that I want’-- ever came from Norman Macleod, it was answered only too well; like a certain prayer for rain, which was interrupted by a ridiculous flood. Not only were his activities immense and various, but there was always an expenditure of corresponding emotion; nay, and what in the life of most men would have been simply an event was in his a crisis, what was a fleeting image with others was with him an indelible impression. He was summoned to the unique ordeal of ministering to the newly-widowed Queen.