Part 18 (2/2)

”What d'ye mean, sir?”

”I mean,” replied Jeffrey, testily, ”was the man of sufficient ordinary intelligence to qualify him to manage his own affairs?”

”I dinna ken,” replied the chafed and mystified witness; ”Wad ye say the question ower again, sir?”

Jeffrey being baffled, c.o.c.kburn took up the examination. He said: ”Ye kenned Tammas----?”

”Ou, ay; I kenned Tammas weel; me and him herded together when we were laddies.”

”Was there onything in the cretur?”

”Deil a thing but what the spune put in him.”

”Would you have trusted him to sell a cow for you?”

”A cow! I wadna lippened him to sell a calf.”

Francis Jeffrey could not, if he had devoted an article in the _Edinburgh Review_ to the subject, have given a more exact measurement than was presented in few words of the capacity of the testator to manage his own affairs.

=”Invisible and Incomprehensible”=

_First Scot_: ”Fat sort o' minister hae ye gotten, Geordie?”

_Second Scot_: ”Oh, weel; he's no muckle worth. We seldom get a glint o'

him; six days o' th' week he's envees'ble, and on the seventh he's encomprehens'ble.”

=Fetching His ”Character”=

At a Scotch fair a farmer was trying to engage a lad to a.s.sist on the farm, but would not finish the bargain until he brought a character from the last place, so he said: ”Run and get it, and meet me at the cross, at four o'clock.”

The youth was up to time, and the farmer said, ”Well, have you got your character with you?”

”Na,” replied the youth; ”but I've got yours, an' I'm no comin'.”

=Scottish Negativeness=

If you remark to an old Scotchman that ”It's a good day,” his usual reply is, ”Aweel, sir, I've seen waur.” Such a man does not say his wife is an excellent woman. He says, ”She's no' a bad body.” A buxom la.s.s, smartly dressed, is ”No' sae vera unpurposelike.” The richest and rarest viands are ”No' sae bad.” The best acting and the best singing are designated as ”No' bad.” A man noted for his benevolence is ”No' the warst man in the worilt.” A Scotchman is always afraid of expressing unqualified praise. He suspects if he did so it would tend to spoil the object of his laudations, if a person, male or female, old or young; or, if that object were a song, a picture, a piece of work, a landscape, or such, that those who heard him speak so highly of it would think he had never in his life seen or heard anything better, which would be an imputation on his knowledge of things. ”_Nil Admirari_” is not exactly the motto of the normal Scotchman. He is quite ready to admire admirable things, but yet loath to admit it, only by inference, that he had never witnessed or experienced anything better. Indeed, he has always something of the like kind which he can quote to show that the person, place or thing in question is only comparatively good, great, clever, beautiful, or grand. Then, when anybody makes a remark, however novel, that squares with a Scotchman's ideas, he will say, ”That's just what I've offen thoucht!” ”That's exactly ma way of thinking!” ”That's just what I aye say!” ”That's just what I was actually on the point o'

saying!”

=Either Too Fast or Too Slow=

An artist, returning from a sketching tour in Arran, was crossing the mountains on his way back to catch the early steamer for Brod.i.c.k. His watch had stopped, so he could not form an idea of the time of day. To his joy he met a shepherd, of whom he inquired the hour. The native, pulling out his watch, replied: ”Sir, it will shoost pe five o'clock on my wee watchy; but whether she'll be two oors too slow, or two oors too fast, I dinna ken.”

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