Note 1 — MARJORIE FLEMING.

This favorite dog “died about January, 1809, and was buried, in a fine moonlight night, in the little garden behind the house in Castle Street. My wife tells me she remembers the whole family in tears about the grave, as her father himself smoothed the turf above Camp with the saddest face she had ever seen. He had been engaged to dine abroad that day, but apologized on account of the death of ‘a dear old friend.’”—Lockhart’s Life of Scott.