Picturesque Musselburgh and its golf links

II.-THE LINKS. 3I
colleagues were Lord Lee, and another whose state-
ments were not invariably founded on fact. Where-
upon the venerable wit remarked,
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We have now
upon the Bench the three degrees of comparison,
Lord Lee, Lord
Leear,
and Lord Least."
A rare humour broke out in the case of an old
lady who must, towards the close of her career, have
quaffed draughts of Musselburgh air. When the
good woman was apparently
in
extremis,
her attached
family stood around with solemn faces to listen to
her farewell injunctions. The day was rather cold,
and the atmosphere of the room decidedly chilly.
For some time the excellent lady had lain with
closed eyes, and her son bent his head over the bed
to catch her faint whisper. All at once she opened
her eyes, and remarked with considerable asperity of
tone, " Jeems ! the're a drap at yer nose ! "
And how redolent of
grave
facetiousness was the
following, uttered many years ago in sight of the
bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond." The
speaker was Mr. Wylie, of the very eminent firm of
Glasgow undertakers, long since gathered to his
fathers, though the firm flourishes with more than
its pristine vigour. It would seem as if the enter-
prising merchant must, at some period of his life,
have frequented Musselburgh links. He was one
day in the Loch Lomond steamer placidly admiring
the beauties of the "Queen of Scottish Lakes,"
when he was accosted by a friend.
Gratin day, Mr. Wylie; hoo are ye ?" then, in