Part 10 (1/2)

=The Journeyman Dog=

A gentleman, staying in the family of a sheep-farmer, remarked that daily as the family sat down to dinner a shepherd's dog came in, received its portion, and soon after disappeared.

”I never see that dog except at dinner,” said the visitor.

”The reason is,” said the farmer, ”we've lent him to oor neibor, Jamie Nicol, and we telt him to come hame ilka day to his dinner. When he gets his dinner, puir beast, he gaes awa' back till his wark.”

=Church Economy=

A congregation was once looking out for a minister, and after hearing a host of candidates with more or less popular gifts, their choice fell upon a sticket probationer, whose election caused great surprise in the country.

One of the hearers was afterward asked by an eminent minister how the congregation could have brought themselves to select such a minister.

His reply was quite characteristic: ”Weel, we had twa or three reasons--first, naebody recommended him; then he was nae studier, and besides, he had money in the bank.”

It appeared that of the two former ministers, who had not come up to expectation, one of them had brought flaming testimonials, and the other had buried himself among his books, so that the people never saw him but in the pulpit, while the third reason was, perhaps the most cogent of all, for the people did not care to burden themselves with a too generous support of their pastor.

In another case the minister usurped the functions of session and committee, and ignored the office bearers altogether. One of the elders observed to another one Sunday morning, as the minister was trotting up to the meeting-house on his smart little pony, ”It's a fine wee powny the minister rides.”

”Ay,” said the other, ”it's a gey strange ane; it can carry minister, session, and committee without turnin' a hair.”

=Tired of Standing=

A Paisley man, visiting Glasgow, much admired the statue of Sir John Moore, which is an erect figure. Soon afterwards he brought another Paisley man to see the statue, but not being topographically posted, he stared at the statue of James Watt, which is in a sitting att.i.tude.

Feeling somewhat puzzled as to the ident.i.ty of what was before him with what he recollected to have seen, he disposed of the difficulty by exclaiming: ”Odds, man, he's sat down since I last saw him!”

=Religious Loneliness=

”How is your church getting on?” asked a friend of a religious Scotchman, who had separated in turn from the Kirk, the Free Church, the United Presbyterian, and several lesser bodies.

”Pretty weel, pretty weel. There's naebody belongs to it now but my brither and mysel', and I am sure o' Sandy's soundness.”

=Prison Piety=

Every place has its advantages, even the lock-up. A Scotch ”gentleman,”

who had been guilty of some irregularity that demanded his compulsory withdrawal from polite society for sixty days, was asked, after his release, as to how he ”got on.”

”Weel,” replied he, ”ye see, a body canna hae everything in this life; and I'm no gaun to misca' the place, no' me. For a' the time I was there--just twa months, note, by-the-by--I was weel proteckit frae the wiles o' a wickit worl' outside, while my 'bread was aye gi'en me and my water sure.'”

=A Successful Tradesman=

One day, during a snow storm, the Rev. George More was riding from Aberdeen to a village in the vicinity of the town. He was enveloped in a Spanish cloak, and had a shawl tied round his neck and shoulders. These loose garments, covered with snow, and waving in the blast, startled the horse of a ”bag-man,” who chanced to ride past. The alarmed steed plunged, and very nearly threw its rider, who exclaimed:

”Why, sir, you would frighten the very devil!”

”I am glad to hear that,” said Mr. More, ”for it's just my trade.”