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Edinburgh Castle and the Nor' Loch

Edinburgh Castle and the Nor' Loch
c. 1780
Alexander Nasmyth 


"God gave us the Saviour-a perfect Saviour- but a Saviour with nothing fixed, nothing final, nothing static about His perfection. The more we have tasted of His grace, the more grace there seems to be awaiting us. As, with the passing of the years, I catch vaster visions of the grace available to me, I feel as Robin Fordyce fest in Edinburgh. Ian Hay has told Robin's story in The Right Stuff. Robin's superb adventure came when he left the tiny village in which all his days had been spent and went up to Edinburgh to sit for an examination for a bursary. As the great day drew near, his father and mother loaded him with sage counsel. 'Always say "Sir" to the professors!' urged his father. 'And always wear a clean collar!' pleaded his mother. 

Robin's first impressions of Edinburgh were disappointing. The city was not so extensive as he had imagined. Moreover, it was roofed in. This, he thought, would make it comfortable on wet days, but it imparted a distinct sense of stuffiness to the atmosphere. He was suprised, too, that railways trains were allowed to run about all over the city. He could scarcely walk fifty yards with coming upon a railway train. And the shops! They were certainly bigger and more elaborate than the shops of the village; but they were not at all as he had pictured them; and there seemed to be no shops but tobacco shoups, news shops, confectionery shops, and the like.

All at once, Robin glimpsed a flight of steps, It then flashed upon him that there might be a second story. He resolved to investigate. He climbed the stairs, and all at once, the Castle, Calton Hill, and all the glories of Edinburgh broke breathlessly upon him. Until that moment he had only been poking about the station!

'Why, there's more of it!' he cried, as he looked this way and that way in speechless admiration."

From the essay "He Added No More!" in F.W. Boreham's Boulevards of Paradise

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