[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—My brother, a minister
of the Church of Scotland in a rural parish, was thus accosted by a woman parishioner during his visitation on a weekday. "Yon was a very queer text you preached from on Sunday." "I don't think so," replied the minister ; "but you were not at church, so how do you know ? " "Oh, little Jeannie was there, and she brought home the text." "And what was the text ? " "Sweet pease and suet," said the mother. "That was not so," answered the minister, " it was' Seek peace and ensue it.'" On another occasion, at the bedside of a dying aged parish- ioner, the minister thought that, as she was lying in bed semi- unconscious, he might sing a hymn in a low tone which might afford some comfort. But the old dame disconcerted him by suddenly waking up, exclaiming : Will ye no' stop that bummin' sound I "—I am, Sir, &c., C. B. G.
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