Journal of Charles K. Landis

Founder of Vineland

July 15, 1874:

Breakfasted and called on Alston and Tullock about taking the agency of the Vineland lands as sub-agents to Stephens and Grellier. I had a letter of introduction to them. They appear to be clever, young men, and said they thought they could do something, and promised to write to the London office at once. When I return to London I am to attend to the business.

Left Glasgow at one o'clock for Edinburgh, where I arrived at 2.15. Was not disappointed in the classic beauty of the scenery. Stopped at the Palace Hotel, Prince St. The house recommended by the lady I met in the cars. Hired a carriage for a drive over the city, visited the Castle, but did not go in. Drove down the old street called the Canongate, and when we got to the house of John Knox, went into it. It must have been an uncomfortable old place for a residence, but good for its day. Could not but think Knox too hard-hearted and too much of a fanatic, and yet he did a vast amount of good in keeping Popery out of Scotland and thus protecting the civilization and the welfare of the people against this most blighting of superstitions. Went through Holyrood Castle. It made me quite melancholy when I looked upon the wretched accommodations for the young Queen Mary in comparison with what she must have left behind in France. In her day Scotland must have been a rough place. The room in which Rizzio was killed was almost itself an evidence of criminal conduct. It is a private closet opening from her bed chamber, a place where no man should visit and be entertained, unless her husband. It was quite natural that her husband should have him stabbed to death, when she persisted in receiving her favorite in such a place. 'Most any husband would do the same thing. It is curious to think that this murder was revenged by the murder of Darnley, and the murder of Darnley led to the execution of Mary. So that Rizzio, Darnley, and Mary all met their death from originally the same cause. Anyone looking at this bed chamber, and knowing that it was Mary's habit to entertain another man than her husband in this place, can form but one opinion. It only makes the whole history the more sad.

Drove around the Queen's Road and walked up a mountain to Arthur's Seat. The magnificent view was greatly obscured by the fog. Returned to the hotel and dined at the table d'hote. Went to bed before dark. This was ten o'clock, and then it was not dark.

July 16,1874:

Got up at 7.30 o'clock. Took breakfast. Wrote to London agent. Read portion of the Gospel of St. John in French.

At 10 o'clock went to present my letter of introduction to J. P. Oliver about my business. On the way called upon a tailor by the name of William White, 12 Frederick St., and ordered a suit of thick Scotch tweed clothes. Saw Mr. Oliver and made an appointment with him at 7 o'clock in the evening at his office. Then went to the residence of Stephen Wellstood, 12 Duncan St., Newington, suburbs of Edinburgh, to present a letter of introduction from his sister, residing in Vineland. Found Mrs. Wellstood and gave her the letter. She had been to Vineland and was glad to see me. She offered to accompany me to Craigmillor Castle. Sent for a carriage and off we started.

It was well worth a visit. The scenery was beautiful upon the way, and the castle was in every way interesting. Went all over it. Felt a greater interest in it on account of its having been the residence of Mary. What a heartfelt interest we feel in all that concerns the unwise and unfortunate Queen ! Went into her little sleeping room, the small room also where she was imprisoned. Bought her picture of the old woman who shows the castle, also view of the castle. Alas ! poor Mary. You might have been forty times as bad if you had only been as diplomatic and wise as your cruel sister. Close by Craigmillor was a milk farm where I got a dinner of milk and biscuits. Returned with Mrs. Wellstood, and, leaving her at her house, visited the museum of antiquities. The principal thing I saw was a sort of guillotine for beheading criminals, called the Scotch Maiden. It was a cruel-looking instrument, but, no doubt, effective.

Returned to my hotel. Mr. Wellstood called. Made arrangement to take tea at his house the next evening. At 7 o'clock called upon Mr. Oliver, and attended to business. He thinks he can do something. Walked with him to the Post Office, to Colton Hill, the scenery from which is beautiful, presenting the finest views I had yet seen. Also walked with him through the city to Murray Square and other streets. The citizens must possess good taste to make Edinburgh so classically beautiful. The more I see of it, the more I am impressed with it. Returned to my hotel and went to bed, suffering from my cold.

July 17, 1874:

Went to the tailor, White, and had my new suit of clothes fitted. Do not cost half so much as I paid my New York tailor, and twice as good, I am sorry to say, for my own country. Have ordered an overcoat there. Bought some Highland suits for Charley and Dickey. They will be delighted. Also very fine dressing gowns, lined with silk throughout and stuffed with it, for my mother-in-law, Mrs. Meade, and my mother. Also a nobby umbrella for my sister. Shawls also for Mrs. Ring and Ellen Norton, Dickey's nurse; two full suits of Highland clothes for Mr. Burk's two children, with half a dozen socks for each.

Went to the old Edinburgh Castle. Saw the Regalia, Mary's room, the big gun and other things. A fog or mist obscured the room. Bought a dozen photographic views of Edinburgh. Went to Mr. Wellstood's and took tea there. Met an American by the name of Powelson, and an Edinburgh man by the name of Miller. Mr. Wellstood and wife are kind, sensible and good people. Mr. Wellstood agreed to accompany me to Melrose Abbey tomorrow afternoon and spend Sunday there. It will be a great thing to have a Scotsman with me. He is also to meet me tomorrow and spend the day with me. Came home at ten o'clock. Sat in the smoking room until twelve, talking to travellers about strange lands.