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Out
of His Depth
John,
the pawky " man " of the Rev. Mr Aiken, of the parish of Morton,
had a strange preacher officiating in what he called his " poopit"
one Sunday. As the " man " thought that no minister could preach
like his master, he was not favourably disposed towards the substitute.
The text had been given out, and the minister had been for a considerable
time talking at his subject, and beating about the bush with it,
when an old woman, who, from a "want" of hearing, had not heard
the text, applied to John for information in these terms, whispered
loudly in his ear-
" Whaur's his grund, John, whaur's hisgrund?"
"Grund!" replied John, with a look of contempt; " he has nae grund,
nan, he's swimming !" |
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