text:  Steeped to the lips in national prejudices in favour of Scotland (not against England--heaven forbid!) imbibed with the first gulp of Glenlivet that more than three quarters of a century ago went gurgling down our filial throats--inured to hunger from our tenderest years--"in life's morning march when our spirits were young " ignorant of shoes though haply not inexpert of sulphur--to us thus born and thus bred it may not be given to behold with our outward eyes and feel with our inward hearts the full glory of "The Prophecy of Famine