"Div ye want to hae ony appinted ?" "No," replied Margarot; "I only want an _interpreter_ to make me understand what your Lordship says." A prisoner, accused of stealing some linen garments, was one day brought up for trial before the old judge, but was acquitted because the prosecutor had charged him with stealing shirts, whereas the articles stolen were found to be shifts--female apparel.

Braxfield indignantly remarked that the Crown Counsel should have called them by the Scottish name of _sarks_, which applied to both sexes.
Braxfield had much humour, and enjoyed wit in others.

He was immensely delighted at a reply by Dr.M'Cubbin, the minister of Bothwell.
Braxfield, when Justice-Clerk, was dining at Lord Douglas's, and observed there was only port upon the table.

In his usual off-hand brusque manner, he demanded of the noble host if "there was nae claret i' the castle." "Yes," said Lord Douglas; "but my butler tells me it is not good." "Let's pree't," said Braxfield in his favourite dialect.

A bottle was produced, and declared by all present to be quite excellent.
"Noo, minister," said the old judge, addressing Dr.M'Cubbin, who was celebrated as a wit in his day, "as a _fama clamosa_ has gone forth against this wine, I propose that you _absolve_ it,"-- playing upon the terms made use of in the Scottish Church Courts.