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68 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

sympathies and antipathies that cannot be controlled by<br />

the judgment <strong>of</strong> the mind—the manifest but inscrutable<br />

way in which the mind influences and is influenced by<br />

others, and that also through none <strong>of</strong> the channels by which<br />

ties <strong>of</strong> material interest are formed and regulated, are some<br />

insoluble quantities <strong>of</strong> the sub-problem <strong>of</strong> life that concerns<br />

the present condition <strong>of</strong> man. In my own experience I<br />

have been <strong>of</strong>ten perplexed by the phenomena <strong>of</strong> memory<br />

pictures reproduced in odd ways. I find no satisfactory<br />

explanation in metaphysical writings. As far as the repro-<br />

duction <strong>of</strong> images <strong>of</strong> dead matter, scenery and such like, is<br />

concerned, I am satisfied with the association <strong>of</strong> ideas as<br />

the efficient cause. But I have frequently laboured in vain<br />

to discover any connection between the previous train <strong>of</strong><br />

ideas and the abrupt recollection <strong>of</strong> an absent friend. It<br />

seemed to me as if my friend had a longing to confer with<br />

me, and through the mysterious agency <strong>of</strong> sympathy his<br />

wish raised a recollection <strong>of</strong> him in my mind. <strong>The</strong><br />

incident which occurred to meat this time seems to confirm<br />

this view, nor does it stand alone in the experiences <strong>of</strong><br />

myself and friends.<br />

When I dropped the drum ecclesiastic as previously<br />

narrated, I took to literary pursuits, which, in course <strong>of</strong><br />

time, brought me competent remuneration. I dabbled a<br />

good deal in antiquarianism, and in my part <strong>of</strong> the country<br />

was accepted as quite an oracle, respecting family history<br />

and pedigrees. An accident gave me the chance <strong>of</strong> obliging<br />

a powerful patron. A title was on the point <strong>of</strong> going<br />

a-begging for heirs. <strong>The</strong> last <strong>of</strong> an old line was tottering<br />

childless to the grave. A difificulty happened as to who<br />

was heir <strong>of</strong> line. <strong>The</strong>re were many claimants who traced<br />

their descent from a baron <strong>of</strong> the sixteenth century. After<br />

that time the lords <strong>of</strong> H had singularly small families,<br />

and although the line had remained unbroken for eight<br />

descents, it had seldom above a double strand, and now it<br />

was hanging by the last thread <strong>of</strong> one old man's life.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re were six claimants descended from one man, the

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