Sir William Gomme, Commander-in Chief in India, who died 
                    a few years ago at a very advanced age, shortly before his 
                    death met with a gentleman who came from this neighbourhood 
                    " — we always understood the gentleman to be General 
                    Cadell himself from his manner of telling the story—" 
                    on hearing 'Prestonpans' mentioned, the old veteran said he 
                    had not been there since he was little more than a boy, when 
                    he was quartered at Preston, with a company of his regiment, 
                    in an old house near the Tower. He had a perfect recollection 
                    of the locality, and said his first experience of actual campaigning 
                    was when an alarm came that the French had landed, and his 
                    company marched at night the whole way to Linton before they 
                    heard that it was a false alarm. He mentioned also that if 
                    the stones in the courtyard of the old house were examined 
                    slits would be found in them which were formed by his men 
                    sharpening their bayonets on the sandstone, and that the word 
                    ' Buonaparte' would be seen cut out of the stone with the 
                    same weapon. " 
                    Sir Robert informed us that he took an early opportunity, 
                    on returning from abroad, of going to Preston and looking 
                    for the marks in the sandstone and finding several of them. 
                    This is also referred to in " Tranent and its Surroundings. 
                    " 
                    PRESTON LODGE. 
                    This charming abode, with its two carriage gateways and various 
                    other entrances, and surrounded as it is with its venerable 
                    and majestic walnut trees; its wide branching chestnut, and 
                    countless other natives of the forest; its vineries and greenhouses; 
                    its fruit and its flower gardens; and, not the least of its 
                    beauties, the lovely lawn-tennis ground in front of the dwelling-place, 
                    —all in all, and, at any season of the year, is a picture 
                    worth seeing, and seeing, to be admired. 
                    It was not always thus. At an early period a very lovely but 
                    diminutive-looking dwelling-house was planted here. Who were 
                    its original occupants it would be hard to find out; but 
                    towards the latter end of last century, and running well into 
                    the present, it belonged to and was occupied by a Colonel 
                    Cameron. This gentleman was a famous breeder of staghounds. 
                    The late Mr M'Alpine, beadle in the parish church under Dr 
                    Struthers, took service, when quite a boy, under Colonel Cameron 
                    to attend to his dogs, and remained in his service for well-nigh 
                    fifty years. 
                    About 1843 Mr Hume, retired plumber and brassfounder from 
                    Edinburgh, bought the property, pulled down the old house, 
                    and built a new one in its stead. This gentleman was wont 
                    to take great interest in the Chapmen's Association, and in 
                    their annual gatherings and services at the Cross. He had 
                    a round tower built in his garden, placed seven small pieces 
                    of artillery on it, and annually when the chapmen arrived 
                    they had a hearty welcome from the cannon's mouth. 
                    About 1873 Mr R. L. M. Kitto, manager to the then Prestongrange 
                    Coal Company, became possessor of the property. This gentleman 
                    made additions to the house, adding greatly to its picturesqueness. 
                    Dr William Ireland, an author, whose works have not only been 
                    largely commented on and favourably reviewed by the press, 
                    but several have been translated into other languages, was 
                    the next occupier as tenant for a number of years. 
                    In 1895 Mr George Moncur, of Mackenzie and Moncur, Vinery 
                    and Hothouse builders to His Majesty King Edward VII., became 
                    proprietor of the estate, and at once took up his residence 
                    there, and to this gentleman the honour of making the place 
                    a perfect little paradise belongs. If there is a dark neuk 
                    in the grounds he has it quickly brightened with evergreens, 
                    and if there is an ungainly spot to be seen within the demesne 
                    he has it straightway turned into a bed of roses. 
                    ATHELSTANE LODGE. 
                    That cozy little cottage occupied by Mr A. Purves, who is 
                    also proprietor, known by the name of Athelstane Lodge, is 
                    said to have been occupied at one time by Lord Athelstane, 
                    a Lord of Session, and hence its name. It may or may not have 
                    been a home of Lord Athelstane, but we know it was a habitation 
                    of Lord Cullen, another Lord of Session. This Lord Cullen 
                    was the father of William Grant, who became Lord Prestongrange, 
                    and whose descendants still hold the proud position of proprietors 
                    of that ancient barony. 
                    MARKET GARDENING IN PRESTON—JOHN WEIGHT. 
                    There are at least four parties in Preston connected with 
                    the market gardening industry. These are Messrs Wright, Wilson, 
                    Crichton, and Gillies, taking them as they come from the eastern 
                    extremity of the village. 
                    Who has not heard of the Wrights of Preston? It is an old 
                    name in the district, —one, indeed, which carries us back 
                    to the days of the Young Chevalier. The great grandfather 
                    of the present tenant was eleven years old when the battle 
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