"Oh dear, mem, how can I ken? We're banished frae our
acquaintances here, as weel as frae the sweet gospel ordinances."

"Find me out who that jolly dame is, Martha. You, who hold
communion with the household of this ungodly man, can be at no
loss to attain this information. I observe that she always casts her
eye up toward our windows, both in coming and going; and I
suspect that she seldom departs from the house emptyhanded."

That same evening Martha came with the information that this
august visitor was a Miss Logan, an old an intimate acquaintance
of the laird's, and a very worthy respectable lady, of good
connections, whose parents had lost their patrimony in the civil
wars.

"Ha! very well!" said the lady; "very well, Martha! But,
nevertheless, go thou and watch this respectable lady's motions
and behaviour the next time she comes to visit the laird--and the
next after that. You will not, I see, lack opportunities."

Martha's information turned out of that nature that prayers were
said in the uppermost story of Dalcastle house against the
Canaanitish woman, every night and every morning; and great
discontent prevailed there, even to anathemas and tears. Letter
after letter was dispatched to Glasgow; and at length, to the lady's
great consolation, the Rev. Mr. Wringhim arrived safely and
devoutly in her elevated sanctuary. Marvellous was the
conversation between these gifted people. Wringhim had held in
his doctrines that there were eight different kinds of FAITH, all
perfectly distinct in their operations and effects. But the lady, in