THE plain, unadorned, and, in
general, barn-like architecture of old Scottish dissenting places of
worship in former days was proverbial. A stranger in Glasgow, on passing
one of these ungainly and most unclerical-looking edifices asked a boy
standing near:
Whose
factory, is this ?"
"Mr. Kinnear’s," was the answer.
"And what does he make, my man?" was the next
question.
"He makes sinners into saints,
sir." was the reply; and a further conversation revealed the fact that
Mr. Kinnear was a popular and very able preacher, and that the
factory was
his church!
