On the following morning he supposed that such a crowd as he encountered could only proceed from some "occasion," and must pass off in due time.

Accordingly, a friend from Scotland found him standing in a doorway, as if waiting for some one.

His countryman asked him what made him stand there.

To which he answered--"Ou, I was just stan'ing till the kirk had scaled." The ordinary appearance of his native borough made the crowd of Fleet Street suggest to him the idea of a church crowd passing out to their several homes, called in Scotland a "kirk scaling." A London street object called forth a similar simple remark from a Scotsman.

He had come to London on his way to India, and for a few days had time to amuse himself by sight-seeing before his departure.