For some time the patriarch observed the movements of the geologist, and at length, going up to him, quietly said, "Sir, ye're breaking something there forbye the stanes!" The same feeling, under a more fastidious form, was exhibited to a traveller by a Scottish peasant:--An English artist travelling professionally through Scotland, had occasion to remain over Sunday in a small town in the north.

To while away the time, he walked out a short way in the environs, where the picturesque ruin of a castle met his eye.
He asked a countryman who was passing to be so good as tell him the name of the castle.

The reply was somewhat startling--"It's no the day to be speerin' sic things!" A manifestation of even still greater strictness on the subject of Sabbath desecration, I have received from a relative of the family in which it occurred.

About fifty years ago the Hon.

Mrs.Stewart lived in Heriot Row, who had a cook, Jeannie by name, a paragon of excellence.
One Sunday morning when her daughter (afterwards Lady Elton) went into the kitchen, she was surprised to find a new jack (recently ordered, and which was constructed on the principle of going constantly without winding up) wholly paralysed and useless.