But when he returned to the familiar streets, he forgot his grief as he saw Dr. McCrie, the worthy son of a worthy father, Dr. John Brown, Dr. Grey, Dr. Glover, and such men carrying aloft the standard of the Master. Truly great was the multitude that published the good news in Scotland, but what of India with its tens of millions? How was the Church discharging its duty to the heathen world?
He then said with a persuasive smile: “A mother in Scotland thus showed her loyalty for an earthly prince:
‘I hae but ae son, my brave young Donald,
But gin I had ten they wad follow Prince Charlie.’
Why not the same, why not greater devotion to the Prince of Peace, the King of kings? I ask not the tens, although that would be but right, but in this day of small things I ask but one in ten.”
CHAPTER IX.
BELL AT HOME IN KNOWE PARK.
“An’ wow but the lassie was pawky an’ slee,
For she smiled an’ she smirkit till a’ man,
Growin’ a’bodie’s bodie, baith muckle an’ wee,