He was inwardly very angry, though outwardly very calm; but Dr.Morrison knew well what a tumult was beneath the dour still face of the deacon as he rose from his chair, put on his plaid, and pulled his bonnet over his brows.
"John," he said kindly, "you are a wise man, and I aye thought so.

It takes a Christian to lead passion by the bridle.

A Turk is a placid gentleman, John, but he cannot do it." "Ou, ay! doubtless! There is talk o' the Turk and the Pope, but it is my neighbors that trouble me the maist, minister.

Good-night to ye all.

If ye vote to-night you can e'en count my vote wi' Dr.
Morrison's; it will be as sensible and warld-like as any o' the lave." With this parting reflection he went out.