This good bishop, whose name I forget, was (as I heard the late W.Mackenzie of Muirton assure a party at Dunrobin Castle) several years previously a famous hand at brewing a good glass of whisky, and that he distributed his mountain-dew with a liberal and impartial hand alike to Catholic and to Protestant friends.

Of this class, I recollect, certainly forty-five years ago, Priest Gordon, a genuine Aberdonian, and a man beloved by all, rich and poor.

He was a sort of chaplain to Menzies of Pitfodels, and visited in all the country families round Aberdeen.

I remember once his being at Banchory Lodge, and thus apologising to my aunt for going out of the room:--"I beg your pardon, Mrs.Forbes, for leaving you, but I maun just gae doun to the garden and say my bit wordies"-- these "bit wordies" being in fact the portion of the Breviary which he was bound to recite.

So easily and pleasantly were those matters then referred to.
The following, however, is a still richer illustration, and I am assured it is genuine:--"Towards the end of the last century, a worthy Roman Catholic clergyman, well known as 'Priest Matheson,' and universally respected in the district, had charge of a mission in Aberdeenshire, and for a long time made his journeys on a piebald pony, the priest and his 'pyet shelty' sharing an affectionate recognition wherever they came.