"Roond on Sundays, and square all the rest o" the week."
=Rivalry in Prayer=
Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, has a wide-awake Presbyterian elder of Scotch character, who, although a persistent advocate of the Westminster Confession, occasionally for convenience sake--and from an innate love of religious intercourse--attends the meetings of his Methodist brethren.
At a recent prayer-meeting that was held preparatory to a centennial service in commemoration of the progress of Methodism in Nova Scotia, the presiding minister dwelt eloquently upon the wonderful growth and prosperity of the Methodist Church, and upon the life of its great founder, John Wesley. He also expressed thankfulness that on that day there were one hundred and nine Methodist ministers in Nova Scotia. The meeting thus very decidedly a.s.sumed a denominational character, but the minister asked the good Presbyterian brother to lead in prayer at the close. The elder complied, and after thanking G.o.d for the many good things he had just heard "about this branch of Zion," he added, with much depth and feeling, "O Lord, we thank Thee for _John Knox_; we thank Thee for the one hundred and nine Methodist ministers in our country, but we _especially_ thank Thee for the _one hundred and thirteen_ Presbyterian ministers who are preaching the Word of Life throughout our land. Amen."
=A Compensation Balance=
The answers of servants often curiously ill.u.s.trate the habits and manners of the household. A bright maid-of-all-work, alluding to the activity and parsimony of her mistress, said, "She"s vicious upo" the wark, but, eh, she"s vary mysterious o" the victualing."
=The "Sawbeth" at a Country Inn=
The Rev. Moncure D. Conway, while traveling in the neighborhood of the Hebrides, heard several anecdotes ill.u.s.trative of the fearful reverence with which Scotchmen in that region observe the Sabbath. Says he: "A minister of the kirk recently declared in public that at a country inn he wished the window raised, so that he might get some fresh air, but the landlady would not allow it, saying, "Ye can hae no fresh air here on the Sawbeth."" [11]
=Scotchmen Everywhere=
Was ever a place that hadn"t its Scotchman? In a late English publication we find an account of a gentleman traveling in Turkey, who, arriving at a military station, took occasion to admire the martial appearance of two men. He says: "The Russian was a fine, soldier-like figure, nearly six feet high, with a heavy cuira.s.sier moustache, and a latent figure betraying itself (as the "physical force," novelists say) in every line of his long muscular limbs. Our pasha was a short thick-set man, rather too round and puffy in the face to be very dignified; but the eager, restless glance of his quick gray eye showed that he had no want of energy. My friend, the interpreter, looked admiringly at the pair as they approached each other, and was just exclaiming, "There, thank G.o.d, are a real Russian and a real Turk, and admirable specimens of their race, too!" when suddenly General Sarasoff and Ibraham Pasha, after staring at each other for a moment, burst forth simultaneously, "Eh, Donald Cawmell, are _ye_ there?" "Lord keep us, Sandy Robertson, can this be _you_?""
=A Bookseller"s Knowledge of Books=
A Glasgow bailie was one of a deputation sent from that city to Louis Philippe, when that monarch was on the French throne. The king received the deputation very graciously, and honored them with an invitation to dinner. During the evening the party retired to the royal library, where the king, having ascertained that the bailie followed the calling of bookseller, showed him the works of several English authors, and said to him: "You see, I am well supplied with standard works in English. There is a fine edition of Burke."
The magistrate, familiar only with Burke the murderer, exclaimed: "Ah, the villain! I was there when he was hanged!"
="Fou"--Aince"=
George Webster once met a shepherd boy in Glenshee, and asked, "My man, were you ever fou"?"
"Ay, aince"--speaking slowly, as if remembering--"Ay, aince."
"What on?"
"Cauld mutton!" [12]
=Sunday Drinking=
Dr. M----, accompanied by a friend, took a long walk on Sunday, and being fatigued, the two stopped at an inn to get some refreshment. The landlord stopped them at the door with the question whether they were _bona fide_ travelers, as such alone could enter his house on Sunday.
They said they were from London, and were admitted. They were sent bread and cheese and stout. The stout was bad, and they sent for ale; but that being worse, they sent for whiskey. The landlord refused this, saying they had enough for their bodily necessities.
After a great deal of urging for the whiskey, which the landlord withstood, M---- said, "Very well; if you won"t sell us whiskey, we must use our own," at the same time pulling a flask out of his pocket.
This was more than the Scotchman could stand. The sin was to be committed, and there would be no compensation to its heinousness in the way of profit to his inn. "Ah, weel," he said, "if ye maun have the whiskey, ye maun, an" I"ll send ye the mateyrials."
=Drawing an Inference=
A certain functionary of a country parish is usually called the _minister"s man_, and to one of these who had gone through a long course of such parish official life, a gentleman one day remarked--"John, ye hae been sae lang about the minister"s hand that I dare say ye could preach a sermon yersell now."
To which John modestly replied, "O na, sir, I couldna preach a sermon, but maybe I could draw an inference."
"Well, John," said the gentleman, humoring the quiet vanity of the beadle, "what inference could ye draw frae this text, "A wild a.s.s snuffeth up the wind at her pleasure!" (Jer. ii: 24).
"Weel, sir, I wad draw this inference:--she wad snuff a lang time afore she would fatten upon"t." [7]
=Going to Ramoth Gilead=
A sailor, who had served the king so long at sea that he almost forgot the usages of civilized society on sh.o.r.e, went one day into the church at his native town of Kirkcaldy, in Fife, where it happened that the minister chose for his text the well-known pa.s.sage, "Who will go up with us to Ramoth Gilead?"
This emphatic appeal being read the second time, and in a still more impressive tone of voice, the thoughtless tar crammed a quid of tobacco into his cheek, rose up, put on his hat; then, looking around him, and seeing n.o.body moving, he exclaimed, "You cowardly lubbers! will none of you go with the old gentleman? I go for one."
So out he went, giving three cheers at the door, to the amazement of all present.
=Why Saul Threw a Javelin at David=
A High-Churchman and a Scotch Presbyterian had been at the same church.
The former asked the latter if he did not like the "introits."
"I don"t know what an introit is," was the reply.
"But did you not enjoy the anthem?" said the churchman.
"No, I did not enjoy it at all."
"I am very sorry," said the churchman, "because it was used in the early church; in fact, it was originally sung by David."
"Ah!" said the Scotchman, "then that explains the Scripture. I can understand why, if David sung it at that time, Saul threw his javelin at him."
=A s.e.xton"s Criticism=
The following criticism by a Scotch s.e.xton is not bad:
A clergyman in the country had a stranger preaching for him one day, and meeting his s.e.xton, asked, "Well, Saunders, how did you like the sermon to-day?"
"It was rather ower plain and simple for me. I like thae sermons best that jumbles the joodgment and confoonds the sense. Od, sir, I never saw ane that could come up to yoursel" at that."
=Strange Reason for Not Increasing a Minister"s Stipend=