AT a soiree got up by one of the
churches in Glasgow, the band of a dragoon regiment was present to
discourse sweet music. The idea of a regimental band in the sacred edifice
proved too much for the sensitive mind of an old lady, and she exclaimed
with some nervous tremor:
"Eh, sirs me, isn’t this awf a’. The
Kirk o’ Scotland has come to a waefu’ pass. Just to think o’ folk haldin’
a teaparty in’t; and e’en that thay’re no content wi’, but they maun e’en
ha’e sodgers wi’ brass trumpets and skirlin’ whistles to help them to tak’
their tea ! Hech me, it’s a wonder the roof doesna fa’ on us!"
