4strap divided into thongs) with which she chastised the three elder children. I <strong>was</strong> adelic<strong>at</strong>e child and don't remember having been "tawsed" though I think I <strong>was</strong> sometimesthre<strong>at</strong>ened.We had also an under-nurse called Telfer. She <strong>was</strong> a niece of Janet's and I rememberseeing Janet "tawsing" her also. I have also a recollection of Telfer e<strong>at</strong>ing my crusts whenI left them on my pl<strong>at</strong>e.We had a day nursery and a night nursery. <strong>The</strong> day nursery looked out on the Gre<strong>at</strong>Western Road and fields beyond where there are now buildings, while the night nursery,where we children slept in our separ<strong>at</strong>e cribs, looked out on to a very dismal back yardwhere numerous c<strong>at</strong>s disported themselves <strong>at</strong> night and if the windows were open thesmell of c<strong>at</strong>s <strong>was</strong> very apparent. Altogether it <strong>was</strong> a very depressing house. <strong>The</strong> diningsittingroom <strong>was</strong> furnished with black horsehair furniture. <strong>The</strong>re <strong>was</strong> a large oldfashioned sideboard with two enormous ebony figures <strong>at</strong> each end.In the drawing-room, which <strong>was</strong> seldom used, I distinctly remember a bunch of waxflowers under a glass cover, as <strong>was</strong> the fashion in those days.In the bed-room which Aunt Galloway and Cousin Anna shared <strong>was</strong> a huge four-posterbed with heavy red curtains which were drawn <strong>at</strong> night.<strong>The</strong> servants lived downstairs in the "area", which I suppose we would now call"basement". <strong>The</strong>re also were the coal cellar, kitchen, etc.We children were never allowed to go downstairs and never wished to because when wewere naughty we were told a black man lived down there and if we were not good wewould be taken down to him. This Aggie and I firmly believed and the thre<strong>at</strong> always hadthe desired effect. We were always in terror of this punishment.Glasgow to me has always been a very depressing city both as a child and young man.For one thing it used to be surrounded with chemical and engineering works with hugechimneys, which emitted volumes of smoke, so th<strong>at</strong> we seldom saw the blue sky. It alsoreceived a very full share of any rain th<strong>at</strong> <strong>was</strong> going around.My recollections go back to the time when I must have been about four, consequentlyFrank must have been about eleven, Mary ten and Aggie six. As I have mentioned I <strong>was</strong> adelic<strong>at</strong>e child and had my breakfast usually in bed.Frank went to a school called the Western Academy in St. Genge's Road. <strong>The</strong> rest of ushad a governess called Miss Gillies, a nice but strict woman. As far as I can remember,my share in the educ<strong>at</strong>ion consisted in making strokes in pencil on paper. Janet or Telferused to take us for walks every day when the we<strong>at</strong>her <strong>was</strong> fine, but I cannot remembermeeting or playing with any other children.
5Sundays were terrible days. All toys and picture books were put away. We were taken toa church somewhere near Bothwell Street presided over by Dr. A.N. Somerville 3 , whobecame famous l<strong>at</strong>er on as a Missionary. I remember the sermons were terribly long, as<strong>was</strong> also the service (Presbyterian). Sometimes we took our lunch with us, which we hadin the vestry where we waited for the afternoon service. Aunt Galloway <strong>was</strong> a gre<strong>at</strong>admirer of Dr. Somerville. I believe he <strong>was</strong> considered a really outstanding divine, butmy recollection of these services are very painful.Most Sundays we only went to Church in the forenoon. On these occasions most of theafternoon <strong>was</strong> spent reading or being read to from two books called "Line upon Line" andthe "Peep of Day", and singing very maudlin and sentimental hymns such as "I wish Iwere an Angel", "Where is now the Prophet Daniel?", etc.Aunt Galloway cannot have been more than sixty in those days, but we always lookedupon her as a very old lady. She always wore a widow’s cap and voluminous black silkdresses. She very rarely went out and used to spend a gre<strong>at</strong> part of the day lying on thedining-room sofa.We were always delighted to get out of Glasgow for a month or two in the summer. Onesummer we went to Moff<strong>at</strong> and I have a vivid recollection of falling into a puddle in thehigh street and spoiling my best blue blouse and getting well scolded by Janet and CousinAnna. I also well remember a weird figure called “Tab”, the village idiot, who used tofrequent the High Street. <strong>The</strong> Macfarlanes also spent th<strong>at</strong> summer in Moff<strong>at</strong> and Frankand Robbie and Alexander Macfarlane used to hire and ride ponies, much to our envy.One summer we went to a place called Ardenadam on the Clyde, near Hunter's Quay. Mychief recollection of this place is th<strong>at</strong> Janet and Mary and Aggie used to b<strong>at</strong>he off a bo<strong>at</strong>anchored a few yards from the shore. I <strong>was</strong> considered too delic<strong>at</strong>e to b<strong>at</strong>he, so Janet usedto tie me to a se<strong>at</strong> of the bo<strong>at</strong> with her long red knitted garters to prevent my falling out ofthe bo<strong>at</strong> while they disported themselves in the w<strong>at</strong>er.I must have been about four years old when I became seriously ill with bronchitis andcongestion of the lungs, so we all went to Bridge-of-Allan, which <strong>was</strong> considered ahealth-resort. I believe I nearly died there. I <strong>was</strong> <strong>at</strong>tended by a local doctor, Dr. Gemmel,whose son I met many years after as a doctor in Rangoon, but <strong>at</strong> a crisis our old Glasgowfamily doctor, Dr Pagan, <strong>was</strong> sent for and came down.I have a distinct recollection of lying in bed one afternoon, Janet being in <strong>at</strong>tendance.Suddenly Dr. Pagan came hurriedly in and asked Janet to show him the medicine Dr.Gemmel had prescribed. When he saw it he said, "Don't on any account give him th<strong>at</strong>medicine." I don't remember ever feeling any pain or discomfort or realizing th<strong>at</strong> there<strong>was</strong> any danger. I remember however being fed on rum and milk, champagne, stewedpears, paregoric 4 , etc.When I became convalescent Janet used to wheel me in a pram every afternoon along theStirling Road nearly as far Wallace’s monument. Wallace's monument always inspired