Some thirty years ago, an English tourist was standing on 

 the Castle Rock, with a lank, keen-visaged Scotchman 

 for interpreter and guide. 



" Now, my good friend," said the Southron, " you 

 have talked quite enough about your native town. Pray, 

 forget Paisley for a moment, and let us look at Edin- 

 burgh." » 



" It 's no that easy to forget Paisley when ye look at 

 Embro'," replied the offended cicerone. "Seest 'ou?" 

 and he pointed towards the University buildings ; " that 's 

 Embro' College, where they come from England and a' 

 pairts to learn to be doctors, and chancellors, and mem- 

 bers o' Parliament ; and it has the cleverest men in the 

 three kingdoms for its professors : but far the cleverest 

 of them a' is ane John Wilson, and he's a Paisley man. 

 And seest 'ou?" pointing to a distant spire; "yon's the 

 steeple o' North Leith. It 's the best stipend in Scotland, 

 and at this present it 's allowed to have the best preacher 

 in Scotland for its minister. Ye must have heard tell of 

 the Piev. James Buchanan ; but ye may have forgotten 



