Clubs were formed among the townsfolk, and the London newspapers were subscribed for.

The leading editorials were read every evening to the people, strangely enough, from one of the pulpits of the town.

My uncle, Bailie Morrison, was often the reader, and, as the articles were commented upon by him and others after being read, the meetings were quite exciting.
These political meetings were of frequent occurrence, and, as might be expected, I was as deeply interested as any of the family and attended many.

One of my uncles or my father was generally to be heard.

I remember one evening my father addressed a large outdoor meeting in the Pends.