It was immediately rolled up, and the beggar, in going away with it under his arm, thoughtfully (!) remarked, 'I'll hae tae gie ye a day's _hearin_' for this na.'" The natural and self-complacent manner in which the following anecdote brings out in the Highlander an innate sense of the superiority of Celtic blood is highly characteristic:--A few years ago, when an English family were visiting in the Highlands, their attention was directed to a child crying; on their observing to the mother it was _cross_, she exclaimed--"Na, na, it's nae cross, for we're baith true Hieland." The late Mr.Grahame of Garsock, in Strathearn, whose grandson now "is laird himsel," used to tell, with great _unction_, some thirty years ago, a story of a neighbour of his own of a still earlier generation, Drummond of Keltie, who, as it seems, had employed an itinerant tailor instead of a metropolitan artist.

On one occasion a new pair of inexpressibles had been made for the laird; they were so tight that, after waxing hot and red in the attempt to try them on, he _let out_ rather savagely at the tailor, who calmly assured him, "It's the fash'n; it's jist the fash'n." "Eh, ye haveril, is it the fashion for them _no to go on_ ?" An English gentleman writes to me--"We have all heard much of Scotch caution, and I met once with an instance of it which I think is worth recording, and which I tell as strictly original.

About 1827, I fell into conversation, on board of a Stirling steamer, with a well-dressed middle-aged man, who told me he was a soldier of the 42d, going on leave.

He began to relate the campaigns he had gone through, and mentioned having been at the siege of St.Sebastian.--'Ah! under Sir Thomas Graham ?' 'Yes, sir; he commanded there.' 'Well,' I said, merely by way of carrying on the _crack_, 'and what do you think of _him_ ?' Instead of answering, he scanned me several times from head to foot, and from foot to head, and then said, in a tone of the most diplomatic caution, 'Ye'll perhaps be of the name of Grah'm yersel, sir ?' There could hardly be a better example, either of the circumspection of a real canny Scot, or of the lingering influence of the old patriarchal feeling, by which 'A name, a word, makes clansmen vassals to their lord.'" Now when we linger over these old stories, we seem to live at another period, and in such reminiscences we converse with a generation different from our own.

Changes are still going on around us.