Life of Flora Macdonald and her adventures with Prince Charles

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He was scarcely ever in bed after five o'clock in the
morning, which accounts for the great amount of work
which he was able to perform in addition to his ministerial
and parochial duties. Before breakfast he had already done
a fair day's work with his pen, and, unlike most ministers, he
prepared and wrote his sermons on the Mondays and Tues-
days. He had thus the rest of the week at his disposal for
other duties.
He was Honorary Chieftain and Life Member of the
Gaelic Society of Inverness, and on one occasion presided
at one of its Annual Assemblies. It was probably very
much owing to his great modesty and retiring disposition,
and perhaps in consequence of the neglect of his friends,
that his Alma Mater did not confer upon him some
Degree of recognition in his latter days; a fact often referred
to in literary circles for the last few years, with regret.
About six weeks before his death, he paid a visit to his
son Duncan, a Medical Doctor in Yorkshire, who took
advantage of his father's visit to take him to London, where
he greatly enjoyed the wonders of the Metropolis. His
experiences there, and the impressions made upon him, he
humourously described in a Gaelic letter to the writer, which
appeared in the October number of the Celtic Magazine.
No one was ever more universally and sincerely mourned,
not only in Inverness but throughout the whole High-
lands, and among his countrymen abroad, as we have a
good opportunity of knowing. Scarcely a letter reaches us
that does not contain warm expressions of regret for his
loss.
The Rev. P. Hately Waddell, LL.D., who enjoyed an