The Rev. D. C. Stewart is responsible for the following stories. A well-known city clergyman was assistant to a great preacher. One evening after service the beadle was helping my friend to disrobe. Said the beadle, "O' a the assistants I hae kent here, you moist resemble the auld doctor." "How's that?" my friend eagerly asked, thinking compliment wes coming. "You \sweat like him in the oxter'
Some of the compliments paid me {have been rather qualified. "Come back soo," said a woman. "Haste ye back, I'm aye unco' glad to see lye. In fact, minister, I'm unco' fond o" you, though I canna see any [parteeclar reason fort."
On another occasion she evidently jaw a "parteeclar reason fort." /She had been reviewing to me the great trials she had had to endure. "But you got through," I said. "Ay, wi' Providence and you ahint me—espaichally you!" My friend's kind invitation to hasten back reminds me of what another woman said to her minister. "Gude day, Mr. Broon; gude day, and thank ye! I'm-awful prood.¢' yer veesi In fact, I'm mair prood than it'
Divots from St. Aniltews.
It is rather singular aitd perhaps not too good a sign that the Royal land Ancient governing authority for the past two years, on the eve of championships, has had cause to sue a warning against golfers: using implements or attachments foreign to tradition. Last year in the "Open" at Troon the bah: was put on the pepper-box faced-ifoni clubs, in the improvisation of: which all
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