"Ou, I was carried far, far, and up, up, up, till I cam to heeven's yett, where I chappit, and chappit, and chappit, till at last an angel keekit out, and said 'Wha are ye ?' 'A'm puir Rab Hamilton.' 'Whaur are ye frae ?' 'Frae the wicked toun o' Ayr.' 'I dinna ken ony sic place,' said the angel.

'Oh, but A'm juist frae there,' Weel, the angel sends for the Apostle Peter, and Peter comes wi' his key and opens the yett, and says to me, 'Honest man, do you come frae the auld toun o' Ayr ?' 'Deed do I,' says I.'Weel,' says Peter, 'I ken the place, but naebody's cam frae the toun o' Ayr, no since the year'" so and so--mentioning the year when Dr.Auld was inducted into the parish.

Dr.Auld could not resist giving him his answer, and telling him to go about his business.
The pathetic complaint of one of this class, residing at a farm-house, has often been narrated, and forms a good illustration of idiot life and feelings.

He was living in the greatest comfort, and every want provided.

But, like the rest of mankind, he had his own trials, and his own cause for anxiety and annoyance.