=Highland Simplicity=
On one occasion a young girl fresh from the West Highlands came on a visit to a sister she had residing in Glasgow. At the outskirts of the town she stopped at a toll-bar, and began to rap smartly with her knuckles on the gate. The keeper, amused at the girl"s action, and curious to know what she wanted, came out, when she very demurely interrogated him as follows:
"Is this Glasco?"
"Yes."
"Is Peggy in?"
=The Fall of Adam and Its Consequences=
As might have been expected, perhaps, Dean Ramsay is especially copious in clerical stories and those trenching on theological topics. He tells us how a man who was asked what Adam was like, first described our general forefather somewhat vaguely as "just like ither fouk." Being pressed for a more special description, he likened him to a horse-couper known to himself and the minister. "Why was Adam like that horse-couper?" "Weel," replied the catechumen, "naebody got onything by him, and mony lost."
=Remarkable Presence of Mind=
A well-known parsimonious Scottish professor was working one day in his garden in his ordinary beggarlike attire, and was alarmed to see the carriage of the great man of the parish whirling rapidly along the road to his house. It was too late to attempt a retreat, and get himself put in order to receive "my lord." To retreat was impossible; to remain there and as he was, to be shamed and disgraced. With a prompt.i.tude seldom or never surpa.s.sed, he struck his battered hat down on his shoulders, drew up his hands into the sleeves of his ragged coat, stuck out his arms at an acute angle, planted his legs far apart, and throwing rigidity into all his form, stood thus in the potato ground, the very beau-ideal of what in England is called a "scarecrow," in Scotland "a potato-bogle," never suspected by the visitors as they drove up to the front entrance, while he made for the back door to don his best suit.
=Beginning Life Where He Ought to Have Ended, and Vice Versa=
A worthy Scotch couple, when asked how their son had broken down so early in life, gave the following explanation: "When we began life together we worked hard and lived on porridge, and such like; gradually adding to our comforts as our means improved, until we were able to dine off a bit of roast beef, and sometimes a boiled chickie (chicken); but Jack, our son, he worked backwards and began with the chickie first."
=How to Exterminate Old Thieves=
The humorous, but stern criminal judge, Lord Braxfield, had a favorite maxim which he used frequently to repeat: "Hang a thief when he"s young, and he"ll no steal when he"s auld."
=A Sympathetic Hearer=
An old minister in the Cheviots used, when excited in the pulpit, to raise his voice to a loud half-whimper, half-whine. One day a shepherd had brought with him a young collie, who became so thrilled by the high note of the preacher that he also broke out into a quaver so like the other that the minister stopped short. "Put out that collie," he said, angrily. The shepherd, equally angry, seized the animal by the neck, and as he dragged him down the aisle, sent back the growling retort at the pulpit, "It was yersel" begond it!"
=Ginger Ale=
A short time since, a bailie of Glasgow invited some of his electioneering friends to a dinner, during which the champagne circulated freely, and was much relished by the honest bodies; when one of them, more fond of it than the rest, bawled out to the servant who waited, "I say, Jock, gie us some mair o" that _ginger yill_, will ye?"
=A Conditional Promise=
At Hawick, the people used to wear wooden clogs, which made a _clanking_ noise on the pavement. A dying old woman had some friends by her bedside, who said to her: "Weel, Jenny, ye are gaun to heaven, and gin ye should see our folk, ye can tell them that we"re all weel." To which Jenny replied: "Weel, gin I should see them, I"se tell "em. But you maunna expect that I"se to gang clank, clanking thro heaven looking for your folk."
=Scripture Examination=
An old schoolmaster, who usually heard his pupils once a week through Watts" Scripture History, and afterwards asked them promiscuously such questions as suggested themselves to his mind, one day desired a young urchin to tell him who Jesse was; when the boy briskly replied, "The Flower of Dunblane, sir."
=A Minor Major=
Lord Annandale, one of the Scotch judges, had a son, who, at the age of eleven or twelve, rose to the rank of a major. One morning his lady mother, hearing a noise in the _nursery_, rang to know the cause of it.
"It"s only," said the servant, "the major greetin" (crying) for his porridge!"
=A Cute Way of Getting an Old Account=
An old Scotch grave-digger was remonstrated with one day at a funeral for making a serious over-charge for digging a grave. "Weel, ye see, sir," said the old man, in explanation, making a motion with his thumb towards the grave, "him and me had a bit o" a tift twa-three years syne owre the head of a watch I selt him, an" I"ve never been able to get the money oot o" him yet. "Now," says I to myself, "this is my last chance, an" I"ll better tak" it.""
="Hearers Only--Not Doers"=
Could anything be better than the improvement of a minister of Arran, who was discoursing on the carelessness of his flock? "Brethren, when you leave the church, just look down at the duke"s swans; they are vera bonny swans, an" they"ll be sooming about an" dooking doon their heads and laving theirsels wi" the clean water till they"re a" drookit; then you"ll see them sooming to the sh.o.r.e, an" they"ll gie their wings a bit flap an" they"re dry again. Now, my friends, you come here every Sabbath, an" I lave you a" ower wi" the Gospel till you are fairly drookit wi"t. But you just gang awa hame, an" sit doon by your fireside, gie your wings a bit flap, an" ye"re as dry as ever again."
=The Chieftain and the Cabby=
The following story ill.u.s.trates the disadvantage of having an article in common use called after one"s own name. The chief of the clan McIntosh once had a dispute with a cabman about his fare. "Do you know who I am?" indignantly exclaimed the Highlander; "I am the McIntosh."
"I don"t care if you are an umbrella," replied the cabby; "I"ll have my rights."
=Not All Profit=
A humorous minister of Stirling, hearing that one of his hearers was about to be married for the third time, said to him: "They tell me, John, you are getting money wi" her; you did so on the last two occasions; you"ll get quite rich by your wives."
""Deed, sir," quietly replied John, "what wi" bringin" them in and puttin" them out, there"s nae muckle be made of them."
=Pie, or Patience?=
A little Scotch boy, aged five, was taking dinner at his grandfather"s and had reached the dessert. "I want some pie," said young Angus.
"Have patience," said his grandmother.
"Which would you rather have, Angus," said grandfather; "patience or pie?"
"Pie," replied Angus, emphatically.
"But then," said his grandfather, "there might not be any left for me."
"Well," said Angus, "you have some of patience."
=How to Treat a Surplus=