“It’s Tishius,” interrupted Saddletree, “and no Titus. Mr. Crossmyloof cares as little about Titus or the Latin as ye do.—But it’s a case of necessity—she maun hae counsel. Now, I could speak to Mr. Crossmyloof—he’s weel ken’d for a round-spun Presbyterian, and a ruling elder to boot.”
“He’s a rank Yerastian,” replied Deans; “one of the public and polititious warldly-wise men that stude up to prevent ane general owning of the cause in the day of power!”
“What say ye to the auld Laird of Cuffabout?” said Saddletree; “he whiles thumps the dust out of a case gey and well.”
“He? the fause loon!” answered Deans—“he was in his bandaliers to hae joined the ungracious Highlanders in 1715, an they had ever had the luck to cross the Firth.”
“Weel, Arniston? there’s a clever chield for ye!” said Bartoline, triumphantly.
“Ay, to bring popish medals in till their very library from that schismatic woman in the north, the Duchess of Gordon.” *
* [James Dundas younger of Arniston was tried in the year 1711 upon charge of leasing-making, in having presented, from the Duchess of Gordon, medal of the Pretender, for the purpose, it was said, of affronting Queen Anne.]
“Weel, weel, but somebody ye maun hae—What think ye o’ Kittlepunt?”
“He’s an Arminian.”
“Woodsetter?”