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These things, with all their proprieties, are very chilling to living souls, and all the more hurtful because dead souls are satisfied by them instead of being disturbed. Dear Mr. Aitken was very angry with us, when he heard the things which were reported; and, like a good spiritual father, he came over to teach us better.
Those great symbolic figures by Robert Aitken, at once giving a reminder of Michael Angelo, impressed me as being perfectly adapted to the Court, and to their subjects, Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. But my companion thought they were too big. He agreed, however, that they were both original and strong.
The Scotch tongue worked a spell with me. It cleared my wits and opened the gates of my past life. At last I knew I was among my own folk. 'I must see Arcoll. I have news for him tremendous news. O man, take me to Arcoll and ask me no questions. Where is he? Where is he? 'As it happens, he's about two hundred yards off, Aitken said. 'That light ye see at the top of the brae is his camp.
No. 125, Saturday. 23 November, 1728. The Female Spectator, 1745, II, 246. What connection, if any, this book had with the fortune-teller or with any of the persons connected with his biography appears not to have been determined. G.A. Aitken, Introduction to The Fortunate Mistress, viii.
Aitken and Wardlaw, when I descended from the cliffs, took me straight to Blaauwildebeestefontein. I was like a man who is recovering from bad fever, cured, but weak and foolish, and it was a slow journey which I made to Umvelos', riding on Aitken's pony. At Umvelos' we found a picket who had captured the Schimmel by the roadside.
Carlyle, whose shrewd practical instinct was never at fault, saw through the fallacy, and set herself resolutely against the scheme. Scotland had lost much of its charm for her a year later she refused an invitation from Mrs. Aitken, saying, "I could do nothing at Scotsbrig or Dumfries but cry from morning to night."
A strange thrill runs through one's frame as there opens up before one that reddish-gray crumbling archway spanning the roadway into the Residency grounds. Its face is dented and splintered with cannon-shot and pitted all over by musket-bullets. This is none other than that historic Baileyguard gate which burly Jock Aitken and his faithful Sepoys kept so stanchly.
I described his face, his clothes, and his habits. Aitken laughed uproariously. 'Tut, my man, most of the subjects of his Majesty the King of Portugal would answer to that description. If he's a rascal, as you think, you may be certain he's in the I.D.B. business, and if I'm right about Blaauwildebeestefontein you'll likely have news of him there some time or other.
"Honest John" M'Niven who would work twenty-four hours a day to make A Company more comfortable. S.M. Hair whose wonderful pronunciation of words of command always amused us. His "Stind at ice" electrified everyone; unlike poor old Aitken, whose staccato and rapid "Company company 'shun'" was never heard by anyone!
There remains but the central fountain, in the main court, symbolizing the Earth, done by Robert Aitken. Its figures are magnificently virile, but wholly realistic.
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