ineering class under Professor Fleeming Jenkin。 He still stuck to his old courses … wandering about； and； in sheltered corners； writing in the open air； and was not present in class more than a dozen times。 When the session was ended he went up to try for a certificate from Fleeming Jenkin。 〃No； no； Mr Stevenson；〃 said the Professor； 〃I might give it in a doubtful case； but yours is not doubtful： you have not kept my classes。〃 And the most characteristic thing … honourable to both men … is to come； for this was the beginning of a friendship which grew and strengthened and is finally celebrated in the younger man's sketch of the elder。 He learned from Professor Fleeming Jenkin； perhaps unconsciously； more of the HUMANIORES； than consciously he did of engineering。 A friend of mine； who knew well both the Stevenson family and the Balfours； to which R。 L。 Stevenson's mother belonged； recalls； as we have seen； his acting in the private theatricals that were got up by the Professor； and adds； 〃He was then a very handsome fellow； and looked splendidly as Sir Charles Pomander； and essayed； not wholly without success； Sir Peter Teazle；〃 which one can well believe； no less than that he acted such parts splendidly as well as looked them。
LONGMAN'S MAGAZINE； immediately after his death； published the following poem； which took a very pathetic touch from the circumstances of its appearance … the more that； while it imaginatively and finely commemorated these days of truant wanderings； it showed the ruling passion for home and the old haunts； strongly and vividly； even not unnigh to death：
〃The tropics vanish； and meseems that I； From Halkerside； from topmost Allermuir； Or steep Caerketton； dreaming gaze again。 Far set in fields and woods； the town I see Spring gallant from the shallows of her smoke； Cragg'd； spired； and turreted； her virgin fort Beflagg'd。 About； on seaward drooping hills； New folds of city glitter。 Last； the Forth Wheels ample waters set with sacred isles； And populous Fife smokes with a score of towns； There； on the sunny frontage of a hill； Hard by the house of kings； repose the dead； My dead； the ready and the strong of word。 Their works； the salt…encrusted； still survive； The sea bombards their founded towers； the night Thrills pierced with their strong lamps。 The artificers； One after one； here in this grated cell； Where the rain erases and the rust consumes； Fell upon lasting silence。 Continents And continental oceans intervene； A sea uncharted； on a lampless isle； Environs and confines their wandering child In vain。 The voice of generations dead Summons me； sitting distant； to arise； My numerous footsteps nimbly to retrace； And all mutation over； stretch me down In that denoted city of the dead。〃
CHAPTER IV … HEREDITY ILLUSTRATED
AT first sight it would seem hard to trace any illustration of the doctrine of heredity in the case of this master of romance。 George Eliot's dictum that we are； each one of us； but an omnibus carrying down the traits of our ancestors； does not appear at all to hold here。 This fanciful realist； this naive…wistful humorist； this dreamy mystical casuist； crossed by the innocent bohemian； this serious and genial essayist； in whom the deep thought was hidden by the gracious play of wit and phantasy； came； on the father's side； of a stock of what the world regarded as a quiet； ingenious； demure； practical； home…keeping people。 In his rich colour； originality； and graceful air； it is almost as though the bloom of japonica came on a rich old orchard apple…tree； all out of season too。 Those who go hard on heredity would say； perhaps； that he was the result of some strange back…stroke。 But； on closer examination； we need not go so far。 His grandfather； Robert Stevenson； the great lighthouse…builder； the man who reared the iron…bound pillar on the destructive Bell Rock； and set life…saving lights there； was very intent on his professional work； yet he had his ideal； and romantic； and adventurous side。 In the delightful sketch which his famous grandson gave of him； does he not tell of the joy Robert Stevenson had on the annual voyage in the LIGHTHOUSE YACHT … how it was looked forward to； yearned for； and how； when he had Walter Scott on board； his fund of story and reminiscence all through the tour never failed … how Scott drew upon it in THE PIRATE and the notes to THE PIRATE； and with what pride Robert Stevenson preserved the lines Scott wrote in the lighthouse album at the Bell Rock on that occasion：
〃PHAROS LOQUITUR
〃Far in the bosom of the deep O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep； A ruddy gem of changeful light Bound on the dusky brow of night。 The seaman bids my lustre hail； And scorns to strike his timorous sail。〃
And how in 1850 the old man； drawing nigh unto death； was with the utmost difficulty dissuaded from going the voyage once more； and was found furtively in his room packing his portmanteau in spite of the protests of all his family； and would have gone but for the utter weakness of death。
His father was also a splendid engineer； was full of invention and devoted to his profession； but he； too； was not without his romances； and even vagaries。 He loved a story； was a fine teller of stories； used to sit at night and spin the most wondrous yarns； a man of much reserve； yet also of much power in discourse； with an aptness and felicity in the use of phrases … so much so； as his son tells； that on his deathbed； when his power of speech was passing from him； and he couldn't articulate the right word； he was silent rather than use the wrong one。 I shall never forget how in these early morning walks at Braemar； finding me sympathetic； he unbent with the air of a man who had unexpectedly found something he had sought； and was fairly confidential。
On the mother's side our author came of ministers。 His maternal grandfather； the Rev。 Dr Balfour of Colinton； was a man of handsome presence； tall； venerable…looking； and not without a mingled authority and humour of his own … no very great preacher； I have heard； but would sometimes bring a smile to the faces of his hearers by very naive and original ways of putting things。 R。 L。 Stevenson quaintly tells a story of how his grandfather when he had physic to take； and was indulged in a sweet afterwards； yet would not allow the child to have a sweet because he had not had the physic。 A veritable Calvinist in daily action … from him； no doubt； our subject drew much of his interest in certain directions … John Knox； Scottish history； the '15 and the '45； and no doubt much that justifies the line 〃something of shorter…catechist；〃 as applied by Henley to Stevenson among very contrasted traits indeed。
But strange truly are the interblendings of race； and the way in which traits of ancestors reappear； modifying and transforming each other。 The gardener knows what can be done by grafts and buddings； but more wonderful far than anything there； are the mysterious blendings and outbursts of what is old and forgotten； along with what is wholly new and strange； and all going to produce often what we call sometimes eccentricity； and sometimes originality and genius。
Mr J。 F。 George； in SCOTTISH NOTES AND QUERIES； wrote as follows on Stevenson's inheritances and indebtedness to certain of his ancestors：
〃About 1650； James Balfour； one of the Principal Clerks of the Court of Session； married Bridget； daughter of Chalmers of Balbaithan； Keithhall； and that estate was for some time in the name of Balfour。 His son； James Balfour of Balbaithan； Merchant and Magistrate of Edinburgh； paid poll…tax in 1696； but by 1699 the land had been sold。 This was probably due to the fact that Balfour was one of the Governors of the Darien Company。 His grandson； James Balfour of Pilrig （1705 … 1795）； sometime Professor of Moral Philosophy in Edinburgh University； whose portrait is sketched in CATRIONA； also made a Garioch ＇Aberdeenshire district＇ marriage； his wife being Cecilia； fifth daughter of Sir John Elphinstone； second baronet of Logie （Elphinstone） and Sheriff of Aberdeen； by Mary； daughter of Sir Gilbert Elliot； first baronet of Minto。
〃Referring to the Minto descent； Stevenson claims to have 'shaken a spear in the Debatable Land and shouted the slogan of the Elliots。' He evidently knew little or nothing of his relations on the Elphinstone side。 The Logie Elphinstones were a cadet branch of Glack； an estate acquired by Nicholas Elphinstone in 1499。 William Elphinstone； a younger son of James of Glack； and Elizabeth Wood of Bonnyton； married Margaret Forbes； and was father of Sir James Elphinstone； Bart。； of Logie； so created in 1701。 。 。 。
〃Stevenson would have been delighted to acknowledge his relationship； remote though it was； to 'the Wolf of Badenoch；' who burned Elgin Cathedral without the Earl of Kildare's excuse that he thought the Bishop was in it； and to the Wolf's son； the Victor of Harlaw ＇and＇ to his nephew 'John O'Coull；' Constable of France。 。 。 。 Also among Tusitala's kin may be noted； in addition to the later Gordons of Gight； the Tiger Earl of Crawford； familiarly known as