The Scotsman publishes a noteworthy sketch of the Duke of
Athole, who died on the 16th inst., of cancer of the throat. He seems to have been a man of a type unusual in Europe—a real Highlander, who lived always in his kilt, made hunting and sheep-breeding his occupations, exacted merciless service from all under him, yet was essentially kindly and good. Though an imperious, hot-tempered man, he was beloved by his clan, and ruled his territory more like a little king than an English noble. His conduct in leading off a parting hurrah to the Queen, while dying, consciously dying, of cancer in the throat, has great- ness in it. A blunt, strong man, with a Highlander's fierceness and a Highlander's heart, he belonged to a type which is passing
hich, perhaps, had better pass away, but which broke up *11 uniformity of decorous dead respectability as a big Wilder breaks a fiat prospect.
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