"Mirrors of Memory" is full of delightful reminiscence. Perhaps the most interesting memory in the light of recent times is a story he tells of Glamis Castle. In November, 1907, a bal] was given in the old banqueting hall of the castle, in Perthshire. After kindly greetings had boom exchanged between the Countess and the assembled guests, Lady Strathmore sat down at the piano and played a few bars of an old minuet. Immediately, as if by the touch of a magician's wand, two little figures seemed to rise from the floor, and, with marvellous grace and precision, engaged in the stately measure, so characteristic of the 17th afd isth centuries. These children were the Hon. David Lyon and Lady Elizabeth Lyon, the youngest son and daughter of the Earl and Countess of Strathmore. Little David had donned part of the dress of the family fool or jester, with its cap and bells, and Lady Elizabet! had assumed the robe taken from the lacquer chest, of a little girl of the period of James VI. This was of heliotrope satin, laced with silver and with a small, tight-fitting cap of the same material. Amid deep silence, the dance proceeded to the slow, formal music of the school of Purcell. No "crystal ball" experience could have been more effective. Was it reality, or had the psychic influence of historic Glamis conjured up a scene to delude our senses? The vaulted chamber, the dresses, the music—all were of a long forgotten past. Suddenly the music ceased and the little dancers shouted and clapped their hands with glee. Little choruses of praise were heard on all sides, and on being asked what character she represented, Lady Elizabeth said: call myself the Princess Elizabeth" alluding, no doubt, to her own name and to that of the Princess Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia, daughter of King James VI. The words of the little Lady Elizabeth were more prophetic than the thought which prompted them. Then it was only acting, now it is reality, and the Lady Elizabeth, as the wife of the King's sons, is indeed Princess Elizabeth of the Royal Family of Great Britain.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.