DAVIT LUNAN'S POLITICAL REMINISCENCES When an election-day comes round now, it takes me back to the time of 1832.

I would be eight or ten year old at the time.

James Strachan was at the door by five o'clock in the morning in his Sabbath clothes, by arrangement.

We was to go up to the hill to see them building the bonfire.

Moreover, there was word that Mr.Scrimgour was to be there tossing pennies, just like at a marriage.