“Church discipline,” he writes, “was much more vigorously enforced in olden time than it is now. A certain couple having been guilty of illicit intercourse, and also within the forbidden degrees of consanguinity, appeared before the Presbytery of Lanark, and made confession in sackcloth. They were ordered to return to their own session, and to stand at the kirk-door, barefoot and barelegged, from the second bell to the last, and thereafter in the public place of repentance; and, at direction of the session, thereafter to go through the whole kirks of the presbytery, and to satisfy them in like manner. If such penance were now enforced for like offences, I believe the registration books of many parishes in Scotland would become more creditable in certain particulars than they unfortunately are at the present time.”
But there was a less formidable ecclesiastical censure occasionally given by the minister from the pulpit against lesser misdemeanours, which took place under his own eye, such as levity of conduct or sleeping in church. A most amusing specimen of such censure was once inflicted by the minister upon his own wife for an offence not in our day visited with so heavy a penalty. The clergyman had observed one of his flock asleep during his sermon. He paused, and called him to order. “Jeems Robson, ye are sleepin’; I insist on your wauking when God’s word is preached to ye.” “Weel, sir, you may look at your ain seat, and ye’ll see a sleeper forbye me,” answered Jeems, pointing to the clergyman’s lady in the minister’s pew. “Then, Jeems,” said the minister, “when ye see my wife asleep again, haud up your hand.” By and by the arm was stretched out, and sure enough the fair lady was caught in the act. Her husband solemnly called upon her to stand up and receive the censure due to her offence. He thus addressed her:—“Mrs. B., a’body kens that when I got ye for my wife, I got nae beauty; yer frien’s ken that I got nae siller; and if I dinna get God’s grace, I shall hae a puir bargain indeed.”
The quaint and original humour of the old Scottish minister came out occasionally in the more private services of his vocation as well as in church. As the whole service, whether for baptisms or marriages, is supplied by the clergyman officiating, there is more scope for scenes between the parties present than at similar ministrations by a prescribed form. Thus, a late minister of Caithness, when examining a member of his flock, who was a butcher, in reference to the baptism of his child, found him so deficient in what he considered the needful theological knowledge, that he said to him, “Ah, Sandy, I doubt ye’re no fit to haud up the bairn.” Sandy, conceiving that reference was made not to spiritual but to physical incapacity, answered indignantly, “Hout, minister, I could haud him up an he were a twa-year-auld stirk[23].” A late humorous old minister, near Peebles, who had strong feelings on the subject of matrimonial happiness, thus prefaced the ceremony by an address to the parties who came to him:—“My friends, marriage is a blessing to a few, a curse to many, and a great uncertainty to all. Do ye venture?” After a pause, he repeated with great emphasis, “Do ye venture?” No objection being made to the venture, he then said, “Let’s proceed.”