to remove his coat; and thereafter in his shirt-sleeves, struck terror into all, by denunciations against heresy and infidelity, against all evil-doing and evil-speaking.  It was interesting as a battle-tale how he barred the table of the Lord to “all such as have danced or followed after play-actors, or have behaved themselves unseemly at Kelton Hill or other gathering of the ungodly, or have frequented public-houses beyond what is expedient for lawful entertainment; against all such as swear minced oaths, such as ‘losh,’ ‘gosh,’ ‘fegs,’ ‘certes,’ ‘faith’; and against all such as swear by heaven or earth, or visit their neighbours’ houses upon the Lord’s Day, saving as may be necessary in coming to the house of the Lord.”

The young man could not be expected at once to come up to the high standard of this paternal master-work—­which, indeed, proved to be too strong meat for any but a few of the sterner office-bearers, who had never heard their brother-elders’ weaknesses so properly handled before.  But they had, nevertheless, to go round the people and tell them that what the Doctor had said was to be understood spiritually, and chiefly as a warning to other denominations, else there had been a thin kirk and but one sparse table instead of the usual four or five, on the day of high communion in the Cairn Edward Cameronian kirk.

Now, Walter could be a quiet boy in church for a certain time.  He did not very much enjoy the service, except when they sang “Old Hundred” or “Scarborough,” when he would throw back his head and warble delightedly with the best.  But he listened attentively to the prayers, and tracked the minister over that well-kenned ground.  Walter was prepared for his regular stint, but he did not hold with either additions or innovations.  He liked to know how far he was on in the prayer, and it was with an exhausted gasp of relief that he caught the curious lowering of the preacher’s voice which tells that the “Amen” is within reasonable distance.

The whole congregation was good at that, and hearers began to relax themselves from their standing postures as the minister’s shrill pipe rounded the corner and tacked for the harbour; but Walter was always down before them.  Once, however, after he had seated himself, he was put to shame by the minister suddenly darting off on a new excursion, having remembered some other needful supplication which he had omitted.  Walter never quite regained his confidence in Mr. Cameron after that.  He had always thought him a good and Christian man hitherto, but thereafter he was not so sure.

Once, also, when the minister visited the farm of Drumquhat, Walter, being caught by his granny in the very act of escaping, was haled to instant execution with the shine of the soap on his cheeks and hair.  But the minister was kind, and did not ask for anything more abstruse than “Man’s Chief End.”  He inquired, however, if the boy had ever seen him before.