Indeed, no persons enjoy these stories more than ministers themselves.

I recollect many years ago travelling to Perth in the old stage-coach days, and enjoying the society of a Scottish clergyman, who was a most amusing companion, and full of stories, the quaint humour of which accorded with his own disposition.

When we had come through Glen Farg, my companion pointed out that we were in the parish of Dron.

With much humour he introduced an anecdote of a brother minister not of a brilliant order of mind, who had terminated in this place a course of appointments in the Church, the names of which, at least, were of an ominous character for a person of unimaginative temperament.

The worthy man had been brought up at the school of _Dunse_; had been made assistant at _Dull_, a parish near Aberfeldy, in the Presbytery of Weem; and had here ended his days and his clerical career as minister of _Dron_.
There can be no doubt that the older school of national clergy supply many of our most amusing anecdotes; and our pages would suffer deplorably were all the anecdotes taken away which turn upon their peculiarities of dialect and demeanour.