[5] Colonel Udny Yule, C.B.  “When he joined, his usual nomen and
    cognomen puzzled the staff-sergeant at Fort-William, and after much
    boggling on the cadet parade, the name was called out Whirly Wheel,
    which produced no reply, till some one at a venture shouted, ’sick in
    hospital.’” (Athenaeum, 24th Sept. 1881.) The ship which took Udny
    Yule to India was burnt at sea.  After keeping himself afloat for
    several hours in the water, he was rescued by a passing ship and taken
    back to the Mauritius, whence, having lost everything but his
    cadetship, he made a fresh start for India, where he and William for
    many years had a common purse.  Colonel Udny Yule commanded a brigade
    at the Siege of Cornelis (1811), which gave us Java, and afterwards
    acted as Resident under Sir Stamford Raffles.  Forty-five years after
    the retrocession of Java, Henry Yule found the memory of his uncle
    still cherished there.

[6] Article on the Oriental Section of the British Museum Library in
    Athenaeum, 24th Sept. 1881.  Major Yule’s Oriental Library was
    presented by his sons to the British Museum a few years after his
    death.

[7] It may be amusing to note that he was considered an almost dangerous
    person because he read the Scotsman newspaper!

[8] Athenaeum, 24th Sept. 1881.  A gold chain given by the last
    Dauphiness is in the writer’s possession.

[9] Dr. John Yule (b. 176-d. 1827), a kindly old savant.  He was one of
    the earliest corresponding members of the Society of Antiquaries of
    Scotland, and the author of some botanical tracts.

[10] According to Brunet, by Lucas Pennis after Antonio Tempesta.

[11] Concerning some little-known Travellers in the East.  ASIATIC
    QUARTERLY, vol. v. (1888).

[12] William Yule died in 1839, and rests with his parents, brothers, and
    many others of his kindred, in the ruined chancel of the ancient
    Norman Church of St. Andrew, at Gulane, which had been granted to the
    Yule family as a place of burial by the Nisbets of Dirleton, in
    remembrance of the old kindly feeling subsisting for generations
    between them and their tacksmen in Fentoun Tower.  Though few know its
    history, a fragrant memorial of this wise and kindly scholar is still
    conspicuous in Edinburgh.  The magnificent wall-flower that has, for
    seventy summers, been a glory of the Castle rock, was originally all
    sown by the patient hand of Major Yule, the self-sowing of each
    subsequent year, of course, increasing the extent of bloom.  Lest the
    extraordinarily severe spring of 1895 should have killed off much of
    the old stock, another (but much more limited) sowing on the northern
    face of the rock was in that