"So you see, Mr. M"Lauchlin, what a change this census paper of yours has brought about."
"Ay, ay, good wife," said Whinny Knowes, laughing; "Although you have lost a good servant, you must admit that I"ve managed to keep the miller."
=Qualifications for a Chief=
When Glengarry claimed the chieftainship of the Macdonald clan, the generally acknowledged chief wrote to him as follows: "My dear Glengarry: As soon as you can prove yourself my chief I shall be ready to acknowledge you. In the meantime, I am, _Yours_, Macdonald."
=A Beadle Magnifying His Office=
The story of Watty Tinlin, the half-crazy beadle of Hawick parish, ill.u.s.trates the license which was, on certain occasions, supposed to be due to his office. One day Wat got so tired of listening to the long sermon of a strange minister, that he went outside the church, and wandering in the direction of the river Teviot, saw the worshipers from the adjoining parish of Wilton crossing the bridge on their way home.
Returning to the church and finding the preacher still thundering away, he shouted out, to the astonishment and relief of the exhausted congregation: "Say, amen, sir; say amen! Wulton"s kirk"s comin ower Teviot Brig!"
=No Wonder!=
The Lord Provost of a certain well-known city in the north had a daughter married to a gentleman of the name of Baird; and speaking of names of several friends, he happened to remark: "My grandmother was a Huisband, and my mother a Man," these having been the maiden names of the ladies.
"Why, in that case," said the celebrated Dr. Gregory, who happened to be present, "we may the less wonder at your daughter having got a Baird."
=Virtuous Necessity=
Robbie Fairgrieve was s.e.xton as well as kirk-beadle in a Roxburghshire parish, and despite the solemn duties attaching to his vocation, was on the whole a genial man, about equally fond of a joke and a good dram. In fact, Robbie was affected with a chronic "spark in his throat" which was ill to quench, and was, indeed, never fairly extinguished during the fifty years he officiated as kirk-beadle and s.e.xton. One day, the minister of the parish met Robbie coming home from a visit to Jedburgh fair much sooner than was expected, he (Robbie) having found the fair painfully _dry_, in the sense of an unprecedented absence of friendly drams. Curious to know the cause of the beadle"s quick return, the minister inquired as to the reason of such correct conduct, since most of his fellow-parishioners would likely stay out the fair.
"Oh, sir," said Robbie, "huz yins (us ones) wha are "sponsible kirk-officers" (alluding to the minister and himself), "should aye strive to be guid ensamples to the riff-raff o" the flock."
=Strangers--"Unawares"--Not always Angels=
Dr. Ferguson"s first residence in Peebleshire was at Neidpath Castle, which was then just about to fall into its present half-ruinous state.
On settling there, he told his family that it was his desire that any respectable people in the neighborhood who called should be received with the utmost civility, so that they might remain on pleasant terms with all around. Ere many days had elapsed, a neatly-dressed, gentleman-like little man was shown into Dr. Ferguson"s own room, and entered easily into miscellaneous conversation. The bell for their early family-dinner ringing at the time, the courteous professor invited his visitor to join the family in the dining-room, which he readily consented to do. The family, remembering their father"s injunction, of course received the unknown with all possible distinction, and a very lively conversation ensued. Dr. Ferguson, however, expressed his concern to see that his guest was eating very little--indeed, only making an appearance of eating--and he confessed his regret that he had so little variety of fare to offer him.
"Oh, doctor," said the stranger, "never mind me: the fact is, on _killing days_ I scarcely ever have any appet.i.te."
Not small was the surprise, but much greater the amus.e.m.e.nt of the family, on discovering that he of the stingy appet.i.te was Robert Smith, the Peebles butcher, and that the object of his visit was merely to bespeak Dr. Ferguson"s custom!
="Reflections"=
A young preacher was holding forth to a country congregation, with rather more show than substance; after discussing certain heads in his way, he informed his audience that he would conclude with a few reflections.
An old man, who seemed not greatly gratified, gave a significant shrug of his shoulders, and said in a low tone of voice, "Ye needna fash.
There"ll be plenty o" reflections I"se warn ye, though ye dinna mak" ony yersel"."
=An Observant Husband=
Willie Turnbull and his wife used to sup their evening meal of brose out of one "cog," but the gudewife generally took care to place the lump of b.u.t.ter at one side of the dish, which she carefully turned to her own side of the table. One night, however, Mrs. Turnbull inadvertently turned the "fat side" from her, and did not discover her error till she was about to dip in her spoon. She could not, without exposing her selfishness, actually turn the bowl round before her husband, but the b.u.t.ter she must have, and in order to obtain it she resorted to artifice.
"Willie," said she, as if seized with a sudden inspiration, "isn"t this a queer world? I"m tell"t that it just turns round and round about, as I micht take this bowl and turn it round this way," and she prepared to suit the action to the word.
Willie, however, saw this at a glance, and promptly stopped the practical ill.u.s.tration, saying, "Ay, ay, Maggie, the world"s queer enough, but you just let it stand still e"enow, and the brose bowl, too!"
="Bulls" in Scotland=
Two operatives in one of the Border towns were heard disputing about a new cemetery, beside the elegant railing of which they were standing.
One of them, evidently disliking the continental fashion in which it was being laid out, said in disgust, "I"d rather dee than be buried in sic a place!"
"Weel, it"s the verra reverse wi" me," said the other, "for I"ll be buried naewhere else if I"m spared."
="Brothers" in Law=
A countryman, going into the Court of Session, took notice of two advocates at the bar, who, being engaged on opposite sides of the case in hand, wrangled with and contradicted each other severely, each frequently, however, styling his opponent "brother." The countryman observed to a bystander that there did not seem to be much brotherly love between them.
"Oh," said he, "they"re only brothers _in law_."
"I suppose they"ll be married on twa sisters, then," replied he; "and I think it"s just the auld story ower again--freen"s "gree best separate."
=A Family Likeness=
Some soldiers, quartered in a country village, when they met at the roll-call were asking one another what kind of quarters they had got; one of them said he had very good quarters, but the strangest landlady ever he saw--she always took him off. A comrade said he would go along with him and would take her off. He went and offered to shake hands with her, saying, "How are you, Elspa?"
"Indeed, sir," said she, "ye hae the better o" me; I dinna ken ye."
"Dear me, Elspa," replied the soldier, "d"ye no ken me? I"m the devil"s sister"s son."
"Dear, save us!" quoth the old wife, looking him broadly in the face; ""od man, but ye"re like your uncle!"
="Unco" Modest"=
A Scottish witness in the House of Lords once gave in a rather dictatorial style his notions as to the failings in the character of Irishmen and Englishmen.
He was allowed to say his say, and when out of breath Lord Lucan asked him to oblige the committee with his ideas relative to Scotch character.
"Aweel, my laird, they"re just on the contrary, unco" modest and"--the rest of the sentence was drowned in uproarious merriment.
=Objecting to "Regeneration"=
"What is the meaning of "regeneration," Tommy?" asked a teacher in the north, of one of the most promising pupils.