it all." Whereupon he was so converted by the mammon of iniquity,
that he could not be civil enough, he thought--but conducted us in,
and showed us the marble monuments, and the French colours that were
taken in the war, till the time of worship--nothing could surpass
his discretion.

At last the organ began to sound, and we went into the place of
worship; but oh, Mr. Micklewham, yon is a thin kirk. There was not
a hearer forby Mrs. Pringle and me, saving and excepting the relics
of popery that assisted at the service. What was said, I must,
however, in verity confess, was not far from the point. But it's
still a comfort to see that prelatical usurpations are on the
downfall; no wonder that there is no broad at the door to receive
the collection for the poor, when no congregation entereth in. You
may, therefore, tell Mr. Craig, and it will gladden his heart to
hear the tidings, that the great Babylonian madam is now, indeed,
but a very little cutty.

On our return home to our lodgings, we found Andrew Pringle, my son,
and Rachel, in great consternation about our absence. When we told
them that we had been at worship, I saw they were both deeply
affected; and I was pleased with my children, the more so, as you
know I have had my doubts that Andrew Pringle's principles have not
been strengthened by the reading of the Edinburgh Review. Nothing
more passed at that time, for we were disturbed by a Captain Sabre
that came up with us in the smack, calling to see how we were after
our journey; and as he was a civil well-bred young man, which I
marvel at, considering he's a Hussar dragoon, we took a coach, and
went to see the lions, as he said; but, instead of taking us to the
Tower of London, as I expected, he ordered the man to drive us round