It would be well if there were no more than two; but the sects in Scotland form a large family of sisters, and the chalk lines are thickly drawn, and run through the midst of many private homes.

Edinburgh is a city of churches, as though it were a place of pilgrimage.

You will see four within a stone-cast at the head of the West Bow.

Some are crowded to the doors; some are empty like monuments; and yet you will ever find new ones in the building.

Hence that surprising clamour of church bells that suddenly breaks out upon the Sabbath morning from Trinity and the sea-skirts to Morningside on the borders of the hills.