"What sort of people are you up at Cumnock ?" said an Ayr gentleman; "you have not a single volunteer!" "Never you heed," says Logan, very quietly; "if the French land at Ayr, there will soon be plenty of volunteers up at Cumnock." A pendant to the story of candid admission on the part of the minister, that the people might be _weary_ after his sermon, has been given on the authority of the narrator, a Fife gentleman, ninety years of age when he told it.

He had been to church at Elie, and listening to a young and perhaps bombastic preacher, who happened to be officiating for the Rev.
Dr.Milligan, who was in church.

After service, meeting the Doctor in the passage, he introduced the young clergyman, who, on being asked by the old man how he did, elevated his shirt collar, and complained of fatigue, and being very much "_tired_." "Tired, did ye say, my man ?" said the old satirist, who was slightly deaf; "Lord, man! if you're _half_ as tired as I am, I pity ye!" I have been much pleased with an offering from Carluke, containing two very pithy anecdotes.

Mr.Rankin very kindly writes:--"Your 'Reminiscences' are most refreshing.

I am very little of a story-collector, but I have recorded some of an old schoolmaster, who was a story-teller.