St. Abb’s. And but a little way round the corner of the land, imminent itself above the sea, stands the gem of the province and the light of medieval Scotland, St. Andrews, where the great Cardinal Beaton held garrison against the world, and the second of the name and title perished (as you may read in Knox’s jeering narrative) under the knives of true-blue Protestants, and to this day (after so many centuries) the current voice of the professor is not hushed.