throughout Scotland. But 1 have it by heart; and a glorious morsel
it is to put into the hands of certain incendiaries. The metaphors
are so strong and so appalling that Miss Logan could only stand
them a very short time; she was obliged to withdraw in confusion.
The laird stood his ground with much ado, though his face was
often crimsoned over with the hues of shame and anger. Several
times he was on the point of turning the officious sycophant to
the door; but good manners, and an inherent respect that lie
entertained for the clergy, as the immediate servants of the
Supreme Being, restrained him.

Wringhim, perceiving these symptoms of resentment, took them
for marks of shame and contrition, and pushed his reproaches
farther than ever divine ventured to do in a similar case. When he
had finished, to prevent further discussion, he walked slowly and
majestically out of the apartment, making his robes to swing
behind him in a most magisterial manner; he being, without
doubt, elated with his high conquest. He went to the upper story,
and related to his metaphysical associate his wonderful success;
how he had driven the dame from the house in tears and deep
confusion, and left the backsliding laird in such a quandary of
shame and repentance that he could neither articulate a word nor
lift up his countenance. The dame thanked him most cordially,
lauding his friendly zeal and powerful eloquence; and then the
two again set keenly to the splitting of hairs, and making
distinctions in religion where none existed.

They being both children of adoption, and secured from falling
into snares, or anyway under the power of the wicked one, it was
their custom, on each visit, to sit up a night in the same