ALL who love Scotland, whatever may be the grounds of their affection, will join in the tribute of congratulation and wishes of good will to Sir Herbert Eustace Maxwell of Monreith on the celebration of his ninetieth birthday on January 8. He has shown himself a most loyal son of a race noted for pride in its motherland; and as much as any writer since the days of Sir Walter Scott, he has successfully interpreted to his fellow-countrymen, as well as to the southerner, the charm, never too obvious, of the Scottish countryside in all its variety, and the romance of the chequered and turbulent course of Scottish history. Here he has ranged from the making of Scotland and the high adventure of the Bruce to the lowly annals of the hamlet, obscurely and imperfectly preserved in local tradition and place-names. His numerous studies of national and local history, the latter especially in his own Galloway, deserve well of Scottish students; but archseologist and historian alike are no less indebted to him for his activities as president of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland and as chairman of the Royal Commission on Scottish Historical Monuments in practical affairs relating to Scottish history and archaeology. Sir Herbert's literary achievement has covered a wide field-from romance and fiction, history and biography, including a life of the Right Hon. W. H. Smith and a survey of the first sixty years of Queen Victoria's rule, to “British Freshwater Fishes”; but he is most at home when he seeks to convey the interest and charm of the birds and beasts of his own countryside, the trees of the woodlands and the flowers of a Scottish garden. Here, indeed, nihil tetigit quod non ornavit.