A GATHERING OF THE CLAN CAMERON
There are several associations formed by members of the Scottish clans, amongst others the Clan Cameron Association, of which Lochiel is the chief. In January, 1892, I presided, in the absence of the chief, and at his request, at a gathering of the association in Glasgow. I arrived in that big city barely in time to don my Highland costume before proceeding to the gathering. There were speeches extolling the glorious deeds of the clan, [In the rising in 1745 a small party of the clan captured the City of Edinburgh], songs in Gaelic, and an address from myself.
Amongst others who took part in the proceedings was Dr. Charles Cameron, M.P. for the College Division of Glasgow. He, like myself, was born in Dublin, but we are sons of Scotch fathers. Since we became members of the medical profession we have constantly been mistaken for each other, and he has always termed me his alter ego, or other self, and I have always addressed him as my alter ego.
Dr. Cameron referred in a humorous way to this confounding of the two Dr. Charles Camerons. He said that we both, when in London, stayed at Morley's Hotel, and letters intended for him and addressed to the hotel were frequently opened by me. "I did not care," he said, "whether he read them or not, for their contents were always such that anyone might have perused them; but when, on the contrary, I opened his letters, the case was very different!" This sally, of course, made the audience laugh at my expense. He continued "We agreed that one of us should put up at some other hotel, but there he had the advantage of me, for it was I who had to leave Morley's Hotel. Notwithstanding this arrangement, people continued to mistake us; so we agreed that one of us should get a title. Here again he won, for he was made a knight, and I have got no title."
After the speeches there was a ball, and about 3 o'clock a.m. several of us returned to the Central Hotel. As I had hastily dressed and had not fully taken my bearings on my arrival at the hotel, I could not at first remember where my room was. A little party escorted me whilst we were searching for it. An ardent Cameron, P. Cameron, known, according to the Scotch custom, as Corrychoillie, from his estate, was one of my escort. He had his own piper with him, and there were also in our procession the pipe-major and two other pipers of the Cameron Highlanders, who had come from Edinburgh to take part in the function.
Suddenly, Corrychoillie directed the pipers to play the "March of the Cameron Men." It is easy to imagine the effect which the loud notes of the pibrochs produced on the sleepers. Many doors were opened and heads thrust out, amongst others that of the late Sir William Thompson, M.D., of Dublin, who was staying in the hotel. He told me afterwards that he was astonished to see me, attired in full Highland costume, slowly walking along a corridor, followed by Highland soldiers performing on the bagpipes. Some of the comments made next morning by the sojourners in the hotel were not complimentary to the Clan Cameron.