One of the most interesting books fust published about Sects anc Scotland is "In my Aneedotage, by Inv. Willie Elliot, one of the Barder family of Minto, and a descendant of Jean Elliot, who wrote "The Flowers of the Forest." Bat! Elliot loses some of his Scottish ceteristies by being an old in and Cambridge man, Here fave some of his best. bits—it me be remarked in passing that his est Scots is exhibited in his ability: to laugh at himself, For instance he in" of his repre on of the Scots dialect of any Gistrict, and tells that om one ceeasicn in Melrose, when giving an imitation of an old Seats woman "in my best Seoteh"—the lady looked at him searchingly and remarked "Dear, dear, Mr. Elliot, was} she an American?" "Since that time T have only impersonated Irish people," he says guide to the Mr. Elliot. has, however, a shrewd sense of our rational Of the late Lord Ardwell (one time Sheriff Jamieson)—"a delight ful man, a good lawyer, a great Nonconformist, Conservative—an ation," he tells that he was a tremendous swearer. "One night when Lady Ardwell thought he was a long time in coming to saying my prayers!
And here is another Ardwell story. His Lordship got into a violent political dispute at the dinner table with a fervent Liberal, Mr, Stair Gillon, After the guest tad gone Lady Ardwell protested the awful language used to rever used. sny awful age to de "pO rested her hu: "I merely told him that 1 wished that he and his bloody let were all frizaling in Hell!"
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