Oor ain folk times

4 MY GRANDMOTHER
the garden. Believing it to be a bond fide inn, and Mr.
Inglis the landlord, the traveller leapt from his nag
and called on his reverence to stable it up. No sooner
said than done. Mr. Inglis, who was as fond of a joke
as he was generous of heart, led the animal to the
stable ; and the rider, having seen his horse "all right,"
entered the house and called for a dram. The minister,
still acting as "mine host," brought "the glass and big-
bellied bottle," and good - humouredly supplied the
demand ; nor was it until the hour of his departure,
when the bill was asked for, that the stranger dis-
covered his mistake. Many similar traits,' continues
the author, ' are told of the hospitality of Mr. Inglis ;
but he died in January 1837, and, in the emphatic
language of many of his parishioners, " the Glen has
never been like the same place since." '
Many quaint stories are told of the old minister.
My grandmother belonged to a good old middle-
class family, her maiden name being ' Collier,' and one
of her brothers was a famous factor of one of the great
county magnates, and was a well-known character in
his day.
I can well remember the gentle old granny, with
her stiff gown of watered -silk brocade, her knitted
Shetland shawl, black silk mitts, and spotless, high,
starched cap, under which her silvered hair gleamed
like a streak of driven snow. She had all the gentle
manners of the courtly old regime, and must have been a
very beautiful woman in her young days. The cares
of a large family, however, dependent on the very
moderate income of a Highland minister in those days,
had told their tale upon the once lithe and supple