RAB AND HIS FRIENDS 



Duke of Wellington, and had the gravity* 

 of all great fighters. 



You must have often observed the likeness 

 of certain men to certain animals, and of cer- 

 tain dogs to men. Now, I never looked at 

 Rab without thinking of the great Baptist 

 preacher, Andrew Fuller, f The same large, 

 heavy, menacing, combative, sombre, honest 

 countenance, the same deep inevitable eye, the 

 same look, as of thunder asleep, but ready 

 neither a dog nor a man to be trifled with. 



* A Highland gamekeeper, when asked why a certain 

 terrier, of singular pluck, was so much more solemn than 

 the other dogs, said, " Oh, sir, life's full o' sariousness to 

 him he just never can get eneuch o' fechtin'." 



t Fuller was, in early life, when a farmer lad at Soham, 

 famous as a boxer : not quarrelsome, but not without " the 

 stern delight " a man of strength and courage feels in their 

 exercise. Dr. Charles Stewart of Dunearn, whose rare gifts 

 and graces as a physician, a divine, a scholar, and a gentle- 

 man, live only in the memory of those few who knew and 

 survive him, liked to tell how Mr. Fuller used to say, that 

 when he was in the pulpit, and saw a buirdly man come 

 along the passage, he would instinctively draw himself up, 

 measure his imaginary antagonist, and forecast how he 

 would deal with him, his hands meanwhile condensing into 

 fists, and tending to " square." He must have been a hard 

 hitter if he boxed as he preached what " The Fancy * 

 would call " an ugly customer." 



