was wrecked with the late Lord Byron and Captain Cheape 
                    in the course of Lord Anson's celebrated voyages in the year 
                    1742 
                    James Hamilton, son of Thomas, and father of the late Major 
                    Hamilton, sold the estate of Olivestob to Colonel Gardiner, 
                    who received his death wound at Preston battle. 
                    Shortly after Gardiner's decease, the property was purchased 
                    by Mr Andrew M'Douall, advocate, who some ten years afterwards 
                    was promoted to the bench, and out of delicacy to his old 
                    friend Mr Hamilton (former proprietor) took the title of Lord 
                    Bankton, instead of Olivestob, and Bankton it remains. The 
                    property at present belongs to James M'Douall, Esq. of Logan, 
                    and the mansionhouse is occupied by the tenant farmer on the 
                    estate. 
                    LORD BANKTON—A HANDSOME BEQUEST. 
                    Though Bankton estate lay for the most part in the parish 
                    of Tranent, the sympathies of the proprietor seem to have 
                    been rather with the parishioners of Prestonpans, for at his 
                    decease it was found he had bequeathed a sum of £600 
                    for the benefit of the poor of this parish. This sum was 
                    sunk in Consols, and the poor of Prestonpans have benefited 
                    to the extent of ^18 per annum ever since. 
                    NEW COAL WORKS AT BANKTON. 
                    This district is several times already referred to in these 
                    pages as the one where coal was first discovered, and we can 
                    find no cause in all our research to alter our opinion. 
                    The Forth Collieries Company Limited has been fortunate in 
                    securing a lease of the minerals here, along with that of 
                    Schaw's and other estates, and a great future seems awaiting 
                    these explorers. Boring has gone on, sinking is in operation, 
                    and we have no doubt that, before these pages are in print, 
                    the heart of Mr Wilson, their young but exceedingly active 
                    manager, will be rejoicing in his output of black diamonds 
                    along the very line of the meadows where the monks, in the 
                    twelfth century, began their world-renowned excavations. 
                    DOLPHINSTONE. 
                    This curious little village stands on the southern extremity 
                    of the parish, about halfway between the east and west boundaries, 
                    while the main post road, between Musselburgh and Tranent, 
                    runs directly through the centre of it. The derivation of 
                    the name we suppose to be from dolphin's stone, —that is, 
                    the "stone" on which the "dolphin" sat; 
                    but if a dolphin ever sat upon a stone here, it must have 
                    been long before the monks of Newbattle had a habitation at 
                    the Grange, and the waves of the Firth of Forth must have 
                    rushed a good deal farther up the brae in those days than 
                    they ever attempt to do now, if they bore a dolphin in their 
                    bosom up all that distance. 
                    The worthy old village had even a more antique appearance 
                    half a century ago than it has now, for then both sides were 
                    lined with funny-looking low-tiled houses; but oh ! they were 
                    pleasant to behold always, with their whitewashed fronts, 
                    and flower-plots each side the door, and so happy and clean-looking 
                    were the people, it was ever a pleasure to behold alike the 
                    village and the villagers. 
                    There is a rare old dovecot towards the south-west side of 
                    the village, and there is a fine old ruin adjacent to it, 
                    the remains of an old fortalice, tradition says; but tradition 
                    gives no name or title to the noble lord or baronet who ever 
                    had a habitation here, except a M'Leod, though how a M'Leod 
                    got a habitation here is as difficult to say as how a dolphin 
                    got wobbled up to the same place. 
                    Tradition affirms that during the great and bloody feuds that 
                    raged so long between the houses of Falside and Preston, it 
                    standing, as it did, halfway between the contending spirits 
                    acted as a sort of " buffer" between them. At times 
                    the retainers there, with M'Leod at their head, were wont 
                    to assist the Falsidians against the Prestonians, and at other 
                    times they were all for Preston against the castle on the 
                    hill. After many years of this sort of warfare, the Dolphinstonians 
                    resolved to remain neutral, and to live at peace with all 
                    men; but no sooner was this grand resolution arrived at, than 
                    the contending spirits on both sides fell foul of the peacefully 
                    inclined Dolphinstonians, destroyed the fortalice, slew M'Leod, 
                    and dispersed his retainers for ever. 
                    Miller, in his " Lamp of Lothian, " says that Cromwell, 
                    during his victorious rush through East Lothian, slept a night 
                    at Dolphinstone Castle. He does not say who was the occupant 
                    then, or even if it was a regular dwelling-place. It would 
                    have been curious for Oliver Cromwell to have passed a night 
                    at Dolphinstone, with such houses as Wallyford and Prestongrange 
                    at hand. It is an historical fact that he passed these houses 
                    even, and spent two nights at Pinkie.  
                     
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