Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-08-01
Some Good Scotch Stories.

Alta dinner last night at the White
frisrs Club, writes London cores
pondent, met Sir Daniel Macnee, the
veteran President of the Scottish Acad-
emy, and the Secretary of that famous
institution, Mr. Brodie, wen known
sculptor They are in London just now
20 represent Scottish art at the Royal
Academy. Sir Daniel is very like the
portrait of his great countryman, Sir
Walter Scott. a square headed, white
haired man, with an Intellectual, genial,
winning face. He speaks with suffi-
cIent accent TO make his English musi-
cal with the northern burr, and like all
the artistic and cultured Scotchmen |
have ever met, he l. full of anecdotes.
After dinner, in suug corner, we
were talking about the Scottish sab
bath. ''The Secretary of the Acad
emy, " remarked Sir Daniel, ''said rather
d good thing 10 me. | did not get his
notice of vanishing day until Satur-
day. and As | had to be here by Monday
| had TO break the Sabbath. | was just
hauling him over the Goals for il when
he answered me You need not have
broken the Sabbath; if you had started
on Saturday night you'd have been
travelling in England on sunday"
The point is a trifle subtle, but it is good
satire and / leave il where it is. Il
met a highlander" said Sir Daniel,
''who had settled the question of Sab
bath breaking at a very fine point. /
was fishing on a Scotch loch with a
party. Among our provision was
ham. On Sunday | asked the inn
keeper to cutit in two, one-half for boil
ing 10 carry with US, the other for grill
ling 10 eat indoors. Jamie produced
knife, but then bethOught himself that
a knife would not cut through the bone.
Have you not got saw" "Ay," he
replied, ''but dinna you ken its the
sabbath: | would ma like to use a saw
on the Sabbath
Mr.. Brodie is a capital story teller,
acting his incidents with force and ac-
tion. | had narrated to him the anec-
American barkeeper frightened certain
heavy topers by suggestions of delirium
tremens, when Brodie was reminded of
Il hard drinker in his own parish over
the border IL knew the fellow right
well. One day he came TO me gasping
and begging me to lend him my gun.
What fOr:' oh lend me the gum he
exclaimed wildly, and clutched at the
weapon. What dye want man: you're
suffering from drink. You don't want
to commit suicide?' Nae he said,
but I'm vera bad and | want to gle
mysel an awfu' fright | found that
Brodie and myself were old friends of
Mr.. Snerrill, member of Parliament
for Worcester City, and Edward Wilson
great railway engineer. all Scotch
men, all story tellers. | was a neigh
Dor of Wilson's once. He had Mr.. ]
Peter, ofthe publishing firm of Cassell, .
Peter q Galphin, as visitor. Wilson
told him all his "reminiscences. Every
Joe Miller was beautifully adapted. /.
Each episode was Unidentified by facts. /
Every story had local habitation and a
name. Soon after Peter had gone home I
10 London, Wilson called on me. 4
What dye think of that mon, Petter:' .
he asked. He's sent ME one of their .
big books, called Baron Munchausen,' 4
who ! TAX TO ha' been a big leear." 1 T
smiled at the appropriate character of
the present. SO did Wilson, and then. /
his eye twinkling and his lips pursed .
with a cunning laugh, ne said, "And .
what dye think he's written inside it -
Your name:' | said. inquiringly
MY name, yes-he's writ Edward
Wilson from his friend Peter and
below he's put Goals to Newcastle. s"
Then he roared with laughter, (which
take TO be a dom'd insult-it's as good
as to say I'm as big a leear as Baron
Munchausen."