There was much discussion, and some difference of opinion, as to the crop with which the field had best be sown.

The idiot retainer, who had been listening unnoticed to all that was said, at last cried out, "Saw't wi' factors, ma lord; they are sure to thrive everywhere." There was an idiot who lived long in Lauder, and seems to have had a great resemblance to the jester of old times.

He was a staunch supporter of the Established Church.

One day some one gave him a bad shilling.

On Sunday he went to the Seceders' meeting-house, and when the ladle was taken round he put in his bad shilling and took out elevenpence halfpenny.