He accordingly stood up in the pulpit, stopped the singing which had commenced, and thus accosted his faithful domestic:--"Annie; I say, Annie, _we've_ committed a mistak the day.

Ye maun jist gang your waa's hame, and ye'll get my sermon oot o' my breek-pouch, an' we'll sing to the praise o' the Lord till ye come back again." Annie, of course, at once executed her important mission, and brought the sermon out of "the breek-pouch," and the service, so far as we heard, was completed without further interruption.
My dear friend, the late Rev.Dr.John Hunter, told me an anecdote very characteristic of the unimaginative matter-of-fact Scottish view of matters.

One of the ministers of Edinburgh, a man of dry humour, had a daughter who had for some time passed the period of youth and of beauty.

She had become an Episcopalian, an event which the Doctor accepted with much good-nature, and he was asking her one day if she did not intend to be confirmed.

"Well," she said, "I don't know.