"Oh! mourn not for them, their grief is o'er, Oh! weep not for them, they weep no more; For deep is their sleep, though cold and hard Their pillow may be in the old kirk-yard.

I have heard of an old lady describing an Episcopalian clergyman, without any idea of disrespect, in these terms:"Oh, he is a whistle-kirk minister."

145 Of maids at sunrise bringing in from far Their May-bush [O], and along the streets in flocks Parading with a song of taunting rhymes, Aimed at the laggards slumbering within doors; Had also heard, from those who yet remembered, 150 Tales of the May-pole dance, and wreaths that decked Porch, door-way, or kirk-pillar;

The old kirk-porch when Karin spied, The postern-door was open wide.

" The late good kind-hearted Dr. David Dickson was fond of telling a story of a Scottish termagant of the days before kirk-session discipline had passed away.