Part 3 (1/2)
”So you see, Mr. M'Lauchlin, what a change this census paper of yours has brought about.”
”Ay, ay, good wife,” said Whinny Knowes, laughing; ”Although you have lost a good servant, you must admit that I've managed to keep the miller.”
=Qualifications for a Chief=
When Glengarry claimed the chieftains.h.i.+p of the Macdonald clan, the generally acknowledged chief wrote to him as follows: ”My dear Glengarry: As soon as you can prove yourself my chief I shall be ready to acknowledge you. In the meantime, I am, _Yours_, Macdonald.”
=A Beadle Magnifying His Office=
The story of Watty Tinlin, the half-crazy beadle of Hawick parish, ill.u.s.trates the license which was, on certain occasions, supposed to be due to his office. One day Wat got so tired of listening to the long sermon of a strange minister, that he went outside the church, and wandering in the direction of the river Teviot, saw the wors.h.i.+pers from the adjoining parish of Wilton crossing the bridge on their way home.
Returning to the church and finding the preacher still thundering away, he shouted out, to the astonishment and relief of the exhausted congregation: ”Say, amen, sir; say amen! Wulton's kirk's comin ower Teviot Brig!”
=No Wonder!=
The Lord Provost of a certain well-known city in the north had a daughter married to a gentleman of the name of Baird; and speaking of names of several friends, he happened to remark: ”My grandmother was a Huisband, and my mother a Man,” these having been the maiden names of the ladies.
”Why, in that case,” said the celebrated Dr. Gregory, who happened to be present, ”we may the less wonder at your daughter having got a Baird.”
=Virtuous Necessity=
Robbie Fairgrieve was s.e.xton as well as kirk-beadle in a Roxburghs.h.i.+re parish, and despite the solemn duties attaching to his vocation, was on the whole a genial man, about equally fond of a joke and a good dram. In fact, Robbie was affected with a chronic ”spark in his throat” which was ill to quench, and was, indeed, never fairly extinguished during the fifty years he officiated as kirk-beadle and s.e.xton. One day, the minister of the parish met Robbie coming home from a visit to Jedburgh fair much sooner than was expected, he (Robbie) having found the fair painfully _dry_, in the sense of an unprecedented absence of friendly drams. Curious to know the cause of the beadle's quick return, the minister inquired as to the reason of such correct conduct, since most of his fellow-paris.h.i.+oners would likely stay out the fair.
”Oh, sir,” said Robbie, ”huz yins (us ones) wha are 'sponsible kirk-officers” (alluding to the minister and himself), ”should aye strive to be guid ensamples to the riff-raff o' the flock.”
=Strangers--”Unawares”--Not always Angels=
Dr. Ferguson's first residence in Peebles.h.i.+re was at Neidpath Castle, which was then just about to fall into its present half-ruinous state.
On settling there, he told his family that it was his desire that any respectable people in the neighborhood who called should be received with the utmost civility, so that they might remain on pleasant terms with all around. Ere many days had elapsed, a neatly-dressed, gentleman-like little man was shown into Dr. Ferguson's own room, and entered easily into miscellaneous conversation. The bell for their early family-dinner ringing at the time, the courteous professor invited his visitor to join the family in the dining-room, which he readily consented to do. The family, remembering their father's injunction, of course received the unknown with all possible distinction, and a very lively conversation ensued. Dr. Ferguson, however, expressed his concern to see that his guest was eating very little--indeed, only making an appearance of eating--and he confessed his regret that he had so little variety of fare to offer him.
”Oh, doctor,” said the stranger, ”never mind me: the fact is, on _killing days_ I scarcely ever have any appet.i.te.”
Not small was the surprise, but much greater the amus.e.m.e.nt of the family, on discovering that he of the stingy appet.i.te was Robert Smith, the Peebles butcher, and that the object of his visit was merely to bespeak Dr. Ferguson's custom!
=”Reflections”=
A young preacher was holding forth to a country congregation, with rather more show than substance; after discussing certain heads in his way, he informed his audience that he would conclude with a few reflections.
An old man, who seemed not greatly gratified, gave a significant shrug of his shoulders, and said in a low tone of voice, ”Ye needna fash.
There'll be plenty o' reflections I'se warn ye, though ye dinna mak' ony yersel'.”
=An Observant Husband=