The Scotch Sabbath beats the English Sunday into fits.
I thought, in my innocence, that the English Sunday was not to be matched.
Delusion on my part.
How hope to give a description of the Scotch Sabbath? It is an undertaking that might frighten a far more clever pen than mine.
Happily, in this also, the Scotch anecdote comes to my rescue.
Here is one, to begin with, which will show once more how difficult it is to trip up a Scotchman. Nothing is sacred for him when he wants to get himself out of a difficulty.
A Free Kirk minister met a member of his congregation, and thus addressed her:
"Mary, I am glad to have met you; for I have something on my mind that I have been anxious to speak to you of for a long while. I have heard—but it surely cannot be—I have heard that you sometimes go for a walk on the blessed Sabbath."
"Ay, meenister, it is quite true; but I read in the Bible that Our Lord walked through the cornfields on the Sabbath day."
"I do not deny it," replied the good man, a little disconcerted; "but," he added, recovering his self-possession, "let me tell you that if the Saviour did take a walk on the Sabbath, I dinna think the more of Him for 't."