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MARTHA SPREULL
shakin’ the water frae his haffets, wi’ my faither cryin’ efter him
that the next time he cam’ there wi’ his Latter-Day heresies,
he wud gie him a different kind o’ baptism.[1]
Weel, efter that I wis put under the hand o’ Daniel Dockan,
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the herbalist in the Trongate. He said that Mrs. Wark’s saw wis rank pushion, and micht hae cost me my life, let abe my leg. Frae that day I began to get better, but it wis slow progress at the best, and I may say that frae this simple cause I lost the better pairt o’ a half-year’s schulin’.
- ↑ This incident was characteristic of the man. His zeal for pure and undefiled religion was indeed great. He was sore vexed with the devisive courses which were prevalent in the so-called Christian church of the day, and as the byne was handy it was natural enough to suppose that this intermeddling defiler would be none the worse of a dock.—Ed.
