"I don"t know," answered the divine drily, "whether they are black or white sheep, but I know if they are here long they are pretty sure to be well fleeced."
="Knowledge--It Shall Vanish Away"=
A gentleman was once riding in Scotland by a bleaching ground, where a woman was at work watering her webs of linen-cloth. He asked her where she went to church, what she heard, and how much she remembered of the preceding day"s sermon. She could not even remember the text.
"And what good can the preaching do you," said he, "if you forget it all?"
"Ah, sir," replied the woman, "if you look at this web on the gra.s.s, you will see that as fast as ever I put the water on it the sun dries it all up; and yet, see, it grows whiter and whiter."
=A Harmless Joke=
Sandy Merton was a half-witted fellow who lived in a small town in the west of Scotland. One day Sandy entered the doctor"s shop, carrying under his arm a rusty gun.
"Well, Alexander," said the doctor, "who gave you the gun?"
"Maister Tamson, the publican, gied me it, an" he said the only kind o"
poother it wud shoot wi" was Seidlitz poother; sae gie I tuppence worth."
=Looking before Leaping=
A bluff, consequential gentleman from the South, with more beef on his bones than brains in his head, riding along the Hamilton road, near to Blantyre, asked a herdboy on the roadside, in a tone and manner evidently meant to quiz, if he were "half way to Hamilton?" "Man,"
replied the boy, "I wad need to ken where ye hae come frae afore I could answer that question."
="Lichts Oot!"=
An old Highland sergeant in one of the Scottish regiments, was going his round one night to see that all the lights were out in the barrack rooms. Coming to a room where he thought he saw a light shining, he roared out: "Put oot that licht there!"
One of the men shouted back: "Man, it"s the mune, sergeant."
Not hearing very well, the sergeant cried in return: "I dinna care a tacket what it is--pit it oot!"
=A Teetotal Preacher Asks for "a Gla.s.s"--and Gets it=
A teetotal minister, who was very particular about his toilet, went to preach one Sunday for a brother minister in a parish in Kinross-shire.
On entering the vestry he looked around in search of a mirror, to see that his appearance was all right before entering the pulpit, but, failing to find one, he said to the beadle: "John, can I have a gla.s.s before entering the pulpit?"
"Certainly, sir!" replied John. "Just bide a wee, and I"ll get ane for ye immediately"; and he left the vestry at once.
On his return the minister said: "Well, John, have you succeeded?"
"Yes, sir," replied John; "I"ve brocht a gill. That"ll be a gla.s.s for the forenoon, and anither for the afternoon."
="Old Bags"=
Lord Eldon, who was well known by the nick-name "Old Bags," in one of his sporting excursions, unexpectedly came across a person who was sporting over his land without leave. His lordship inquired if the stranger was aware he was trespa.s.sing, or if he knew to whom the estate belonged? "What"s that to do with you?" was the reply. "I suppose you are one of Old Bags" keepers." "No," replied his lordship, "I am Old Bags himself."
=A Poem for the Future=
The late Dr. Jamieson, the Scottish lexicographer, was vain of his literary reputation, and, like many others who knew not where their great strength lies, thought himself gifted with a kind of intellectual able-to-do-everything. The doctor published a poem, ent.i.tled "Eternity."
This poem became the subject of conversational remark, soon after publication, at a party where the doctor was present, and a lady was asked her opinion of it. "It"s a bonny poem," said she, "and it"s weel named Eternity, for it will ne"er be read in time."
=A Badly Arranged Prayer=
A Presbyterian minister in the reign of King William III, performing public worship in the Tron Church at Edinburgh, used this remarkable expression in his prayer: "Lord, have mercy upon all fools and idiots, and particularly upon the Town Council of Edinburgh." [9]
=Simplicity of a Collier"s Wife=
A clergyman in a mining village not far from Riccarton, in the course of his pastoral visits, called at the domicile of a collier in his parish.
Inquiring of a woman he saw, and whom he presumed to be his wife, if her husband was at home, she said: "Deed, na, sir; he"s at his work."
"Is your husband, my good woman, a communicant?"
"A communicant! He"s naething o" the kind. He"s just a collier."
Astonished at the ignorance displayed, the clergyman could not help ejaculating: "Oh, what darkness!"
The collier"s wife understanding the language literally, not figuratively, was also astonished.
"Darkness! Little ye ken o"t. Had you been here before we got the extra window in the gable ye would scarcely been able to see your finger afore you."
The pastor sighed.
"I must, my dear woman, put up a pet.i.tion for you here."
"Pet.i.tion--pet.i.tion! Bide a wee. Nae pet.i.tion (part.i.tion) will ye put up here sae lang as I am in the house; but at the term we"re going ower to Newdiggings, and then ye may put as many o" them as ye like."
=A Scotch "Supply"=
Many good stories have been told of the beadles of the Scottish churches. The latest is as good as any: One Sabbath morning when a minister of an Ayrshire Established Church was about to enter the pulpit, he found that John, the precentor, had not arrived. He instructed the beadle, who was also bellman, to ring for five minutes longer while they waited to see if John came.
When he returned, the minister inquired: "Has John come yet?"
"No, sir," answered the beadle.
"Most extraordinary! What are we to do? I see no help for it, but you must take John"s place yourself for a day."
"Ah, no, sir," replied the beadle, "I couldna dae that. Aiblins I could tak" _your_ place, but I couldna tak" John"s."