=A Highland Servant Girl and the Kitchen Bell=
Some years ago a lady engaged a domestic servant from the Highlands. In the evening the lady wanted supper brought in, so she rang the bell.
Not getting any answer, she repeated the summons, but with the same effect. She then proceeded to the kitchen, where to her amazement she found the servant almost convulsed with laughter. She pointed to the bell and exclaimed: "As sure"s I leeve I never touched it, an" its waggin" yet!"
=Not Necessarily Out of His Depth=
In Scotland the topic of a sermon, or discourse is called by old-fashioned folk "its ground," or, as they would say, "its grund." An old woman, bustling into kirk rather late, found the preacher had commenced, and opening her Bible, nudged her next neighbor, with the inquiry: "What"s the grund?"
"Oh," rejoined the other, who happened to be a brother minister, and therefore a privileged critic, "he"s lost his grund long since, and he"s just swimming."
=Scotch Literalness=
"You must beware," says Charles Lamb, "of indirect expressions before a Caledonian. I have a print, a graceful female, after Leonardo da Vinci, which I was showing off to Mr. ----. After he had examined it, I asked him how he liked "my beauty" (a name it goes by among my friends), when he very gravely a.s.sured me that he "had very considerable respect for my character and talents"--so he was pleased to say--"but had not given himself much thought for the degree of my personal pretensions.""
=A Scotch "Native"=
"Are you a native of this parish?" asked a Scotch sheriff of a witness who was summoned to testify in a case of illicit distilling.
"Maistly, yer honor," was the reply.
"I mean, were you born in this parish?"
"Na, yer honor; I wasna born in this parish, but I"m maist a native for a" that."
"You come here when you were a child, I suppose you mean?" said the sheriff.
"Na, sir, I"m just here about sax year, noo."
"Then how do you come to be nearly a native of this parish?"
"Weel, ye see, whan I cam" here, sax year sin", I jist weighed eight stane, an" I"m fully seventeen stane noo; sae ye see that about nine stane a" me belangs to this parish an" the ither eight comes frae Camlachie."
="A Call to a Wider Sphere"=
An old Highland clergyman, who had received several calls to parishes, asked his servant where he should go. His servant said: "Go where there is most sin, sir."
The preacher concluded that good advice, and went where there was most money.
=Why Janet Slept During Her Pastor"s Sermon=
Dean Ramsay tells the following quaint story of Scotch life:
There was a worthy old woman at Cults, whose place in church was what is commonly called the lateran--a kind of senate gallery at the top of the pulpit stairs. She was a most regular attendant, but as regularly fell asleep during the sermon, of which fault the preacher had sometimes audible intimation.
It was observed, however, that though Janet slept during her own pastor"s discourse, she could be attentive enough when she pleased, and especially was she alert when some young preacher occupied the pulpit. A little piqued at this, Mr. Gillespie said to her one day: "Janet, I think you hardly behave respectfully to your own minister in one matter."
"Me, sir?" exclaimed Janet; "I would like to see ony mon, no" to say woman, but yoursel", say that o" me! What can you mean, sir?"
"Weel, Janet, ye ken when I preach you"re almost always fast asleep before I"ve given out my text, but when any of these young men from St.
Andrew"s preach for me, I see you never sleep a wink. Now, that"s what I call no" using me as you should do."
"Hoot, sir," was the reply, "is that a"? I"ll soon tell you the reason of that. When you preach, we a" ken the word o" G.o.d"s safe in your hands; but when they young birkies tak it in haun, my certie, but it tak"s us a" to look after them." [7]
=Spinning it Out=
As a verbose preacher was addressing the congregation on a certain occasion, one by one of his officials dropped out of the church into the vestry. As the last one who left put his head into the vestry, those who had preceded him inquired if the prolix speaker had not finished his address. "Well," said he, "his tow"s dune lang syne, but he"s aye spinnin" awa" yet."
=A Wife"s Protection=
"Wake up, wake up; there"s a man in the house!" cried Mrs. Macdougal to her husband the other night. Mac rolled out of bed and grasped his revolver, and opened the door to sally forth for the robber. Then, turning to his wife, he said: "Come, Maggie, and lead the way. It"s a cowardly man that would hurt a woman."
=Scotch Provincialism=
A gentleman from Aberdeen was awoke one night lately in an hotel in Princes Street by an alarm of fire. Upon going to the window, he called out, "Watchman, far eist?" (Where is it?). The watchman thanked him and went to the Register Office, where he found he was going in the wrong direction and returned. On repa.s.sing the hotel, he was again called to by the Aberdonian, who bawled out, "Watchman, far was"t?" (Where was it?) On looking up to him, the watchman replied, "Ye"re a leein"
sc.o.o.nril; ye first tell"d me it was far east, an" noo ye say it"s far west; but I tell ye it"s neither e" tane or e" t.i.ther, cause it"s ower i" e" Coogate."
=More Polite than Some Smokers=
The other day a man who indulged in "the weed," took a seat in a carriage set apart for smokers on the Tynemouth line. He lost no time in getting up a cloud, and whilst puffing away he was accosted by a decent elderly female sitting in an opposite corner.
"Is this a smokin" carriage, sor?"
"Yes, good woman," he replied; "but if my pipe annoys you" (obligingly taking it from his lips), "I"ll put it out."
"No, hinny," said she, drawing a well-used "cutty" from beneath her shawl; "aa"s gawin" to hev a pipe mesel"!"
=The Fly-fisher and the Highland La.s.sie=
An English tourist visited Arran, and being a keen disciple of Isaac Walton, was arranging to have a good day"s sport. Being told that the horse-fly would suit his purpose admirably for bait, he addressed himself to Christy, the Highland servant-maid. "I say, my girl, can you get me some horse-flies?"
Christy looked stupid, and he repeated his question. Finding that she did not yet comprehend him, he exclaimed: "Why, girl, did you never see a horse-fly?"
"Naa, Sir," said the girl; "but a wanse saw a coo jump over a preshipice."
=Not at Home=
One evening, John Clerk (Lord Eldon) had been dipping rather too freely in the convivial bowl with a friend in Queen Street, and on emerging into the open air, his intellect became to a considerable extent confused, and not being able to distinguish objects with any degree of minuteness or certainty, he thought himself in a fair way of losing the road to his own house in Picardy Place. In this perplexity he espied some one coming towards him, whom he stopped with this query: "D"ye ken whaur John Clerk bides?"