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dwelling for ever in this joyless
place, drudging at the basest
of all trades, living on a mere
pittance, with no hope and no
prospect in this world or the next.
Also I have distressing visions
of the only country, of great
hills piled with snow, of
holly and mistletoe, and fires
roaring up the chimney, of honest
Scots faces, and the company of
old friends. Truly I think I
shall journey again thither, were
it only to break stones on the
Moffat road.

But seriously I have had
a great deal of heart searching
lately. I don't know that I was
altogether wise in coming out
here. As you say about administrative
work generally it is an excellent
thing if you begin at the top
but for a poor devil like myself