A SCOTCH SERMON.

Western Star, Issue 1349, 27 April 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

A SCOTCH SERMON.

“ Ah, my friends, what causes have we for gratitude—oh, yes, for the deepest gratitude ! Look at the place of our habitation ! How grateful should we be that we do not leeve in the far north oh, no ! amid the frost and the snow, and the cauld and the weet, oh, no ! where there’s a lang day tae half o’ the year, oh, yes ! and a lang, lang nicht the tither, oh, yes ! that we do not depend upon the Aurawry Boreawlis, oh, no ! that we do not gang shivering about in skins, oh, no, smoking amang the snaw like mowdiwarts, oh, no, no ! and how grateful should we be that we do not leeve in the far south, beneath the equawter, and a sun aye burnin’ burnin’, where the skys het, and ye’re burnt black as a smiddy, oh, yes ! where there’s teegers, oh yes! and crocodiles, oh yes and fearsome beasts growlin’ and grinnin’ at ye among the woods, where the very air is a fever, like the burnin’ breath o’ a fiery drawgon j that we do not leeve in these places, oh, no, no, no! no ! we leeve in this’ blessit island of oors, callit Great Britain, oh, yes ! yes ! and in that paiit of it named Scotland, and in that bit o’ auld Scotland that looks up at Ben Nevis, oh, yes ! yes ! yes ! where there’s neither frost nor cauld nor wind nor weet nor hail nor rain, nor teegers nor lions nor burnin’ suns nor hurricanes nor—r’ Here a tremendous blast of wind and rain from Ben Nevis blew in the windows of the kirk and brought the preacher’s eloquence to an abrupt conclusion.