English Prelate

Sometimes Highland satire might pass for innocence.
An English prelate was visiting friends who had taken shootings in the highlands, and was wearing his usual knickerbockers and silk stockings. One day he took the opportunity, when walking through the village at the foot of the glen, to step into the little post-office and ask if any letters had come for him.

“And who may you be ?” asked the postmaster.
“The Bishop of Harlow” replied the prelate.
“Aye ! “ exclaimed the postmaster, looking admiringly at him, “ and you’re really a bishop. Well, I thought there was something distinguished about your legs.”

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