="Rippets" and Humility=
The following is a dry Scottish case of a minister"s wife quietly "kaming her husband"s head." Mr. Mair, a Scotch minister, was rather short-tempered, and had a wife named Rebecca, whom, for brevity"s sake, he addressed as Becky. He kept a diary and among other entries this one was very frequent--"Becky and I had a rippet, for which I desire to be humble."
A gentleman who had been on a visit to the minister went to Edinburgh, and told the story to a minister and his wife there, when the lady replied, "Weel, he must have been an excellent man, Mr. Mair. My husband and I some times, too, have "rippets" but catch him if he"s ever humble." [7]
="Kaming" Her Ain Head=
The late good, kind-hearted Dr. David d.i.c.kson was fond of telling a story of a Scottish termagant of the days before Kirk-session discipline had pa.s.sed away. A couple were brought before the court, and Janet, the wife, was charged with violent, and undutiful conduct, and with wounding her husband, by throwing a three-legged stool at his head. The minister rebuked her conduct, and pointing out its grievous character, by explaining that just as Christ was head of his Church, so the husband was head of the wife; and therefore in a.s.saulting _him_, she had in fact injured her own body.
"Weel," she replied, "it"s come to a fine pa.s.s gin a wife canna kame her ain head."
"Aye, but Janet," rejoined the minister, "a three-legged stool is a thief-like bane-kame to scart yer ain head wi"!"
=Splendid Use for Bagpipes=
A Scottish piper was pa.s.sing through a deep forest. In the evening he sat down to take his supper. He had hardly began when a number of wolves, prowling about for food, collected round him. In self-defence, the poor man began to throw pieces of victuals to them, which they greedily devoured. When he had disposed of all, in a fit of despair he took his pipes and began to play. The unusual sound terrified the wolves so much that they scampered off in every direction. Observing this, Sandy quietly remarked: "Od, an" I"d kenned ye liket the pipes sae weel, I"d a gi"en ye a spring _afore_ supper."
=Practical Piety=
The following story was told by the Rev. William Arnot at a soiree in Sir W. H. Moncrief"s church some years ago.
Dr. Macleod and Dr. Watson were in the West Highlands together on a tour, ere leaving for India. While crossing a loch in a boat, in company with a number of pa.s.sengers, a storm came on. One of the pa.s.sengers was heard to say:
"The twa ministers should begin to pray, or we"ll a" be drooned."
"Na, na," said a boatman; "the little ane can pray, if he likes, but the big ane must tak" an oar!" [10]
="There Maun be Some Faut"=
Old Mr. Downie, the parish minister of Banchory, was noted in my earliest days for his quiet pithy remarks on men and things as they came before him. His reply to his son, of whose social position he had no very exaulted opinion, was of this cla.s.s. Young Downie had come to visit his father from the West Indies, and told him that on his return he was to be married to a lady whose high qualities and position he spoke of in extravagant terms. He a.s.sured his father that she was "quite young, was very rich, and very beautiful."
"Aweel, Jemmy," said the old man, very quietly and very slily, "I"m thinking there maun be some _faut_." [7]
=Deathbed Humor=
The late Mr. Constable used to visit an old lady who was much attenuated by long illness, and on going upstairs one tremendously hot afternoon, the daughter was driving the flies away, saying: "These flies will eat up a" that remains o" my puir mither." The old lady opened her eyes, and the last words she spoke were: "What"s left"s good eneuch for them."
=A Matter-of-Fact Death Scene=
The Scottish people, without the least intention or purpose of being irreverent or unfeeling, often approach the awful question connected with the funerals of friends in a cool matter-of-fact manner. A tenant of Mr. George Lyon, of Wester Ogil, when on his death-bed, and his end near at hand, was thus addressed by his wife: "Willie, Willie, as lang as ye can speak, tell us are ye for your burial baps round or _square_?"
Willie, having responded to this inquiry, was next asked if the _murners_ were to have _glooves_ or mittens--the latter having only a thumb-piece; and Willie, having answered, was allowed to depart in peace.
=Acts of Parliament "Exhausted"=
A junior minister having to a.s.sist at a church in a remote part of Aberdeenshire, the parochial minister (one of the old school) promised his young friend a good gla.s.s of whiskey-toddy after all was over, adding slily and very significantly, "and gude _smuggled_ whiskey."
His southern guest thought it inc.u.mbent to say, "Ah, minister, that"s wrong, is it not? You know it is contrary to Act of Parliament."
The old Aberdonian could not so easily give up his fine whiskey, so he quietly said: "Oh, Acts of Parliament lose their breath before they get to Aberdeenshire."
=Concentrated Caution=
The most cautious answer certainly on record is that of the Scotchman who, being asked if he could play a fiddle, warily answered that he "couldna say, for he had never tried."
=A "Grave" Hint=
Mr. Mearns, of Kineff Manse, gave an exquisitely characteristic ill.u.s.tration of beadle _professional_ habits being made to bear upon the tender pa.s.sion. A certain beadle had fancied the manse house-maid, but at a loss for an opportunity to declare himself, one day--a Sunday--when his duties were ended, he looked sheepish, and said, "Mary, wad _ye_ tak" a turn, Mary?"
He led her to the churchyard, and pointing with his finger, he got out: "My fowk lie there, Mary; wad ye like to lie there?"
The _grave_ hint was taken, and she became his wife.
=A Spiritual Barometer=
There was an old bachelor clergyman whose landlady declared that he used to express an opinion of his dinner by the grace which he made to follow. When he had a good dinner which pleased him, and a good gla.s.s of beer with it, he poured forth the grace, "For the richest of Thy bounty and its blessings we offer our thanks." When he had had poor fare and poor beer, his grace was, "We thank Thee for the least of these Thy mercies."
=A New Application of "The Argument from Design"=
An honest Highlander, a genuine lover of sneeshin, observed, standing at the door of the Blair Athole Hotel, a magnificent man in full tartans, and noticed with much admiration the wide dimensions of his nostrils in a fine up-turned nose. He accosted him and, as his most complimentary act, offered him his mull for a pinch.
The stranger drew up and rather haughtily said: "I never take snuff."
"Oh," said the other, "that"s a peety, for there"s gran"
_accommodation_."
=Two Methods of Getting a Dog Out of Church=
I had an anecdote from a friend of a reply from a betheral (beadle) to the minister _in_ church, which was quaint and amusing from the shrewd self-importance it indicated in his own acuteness. The clergyman had been annoyed during the course of his sermon by the restlessness and occasional whining of a dog, which at last began to bark outright. He looked out for the beadle, and directed him very peremptorily, "John, carry that dog out."
John looked up to the pulpit and, with a very knowing expression, said: "Na, na, sir; I"se just mak" him gae out on his ain four legs." [7]
=Born Too Late=
A popular English nonconformist minister was residing with a family in Glasgow, while on a visit to that city, whither he had gone on a deputation from the Wesleyan Missionary Society. After dinner, in reply to an invitation to partake of some fine fruit, he mentioned to the family a curious circ.u.mstance concerning himself, viz.: that he had never in his life tasted an apple, pear, or grape, or indeed any kind of green fruit. This fact seemed to evoke considerable surprise from the company, but a cautious Scotchman, of a practical matter-of-fact turn of mind, and who had listened with much unconcern, drily remarked: "It"s a peety but ye had been in Paradise, an" there might na hae been ony faa"."