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the methods employed. I noticed the same trait at the Ferguslie 

 cricket match. Each batsman played the ball carefully, all 

 along the carpet as we cricketers say, but one Drumpellier 

 batsman opened his shoulders and actually hit two fours 

 in succession. 



I like the game of bowls. It keeps the working-man employed 

 in his leisure hours. It takes him into the fresh air. It brings 

 him into social intercourse with his fellow-man. It provides him 

 with sport, recreation, and exercise combined. But, for all the 

 world, I do not think I could show so much excitement as these 

 folks do when the wily ball, so weighty and ill-controlled by the 

 mere tyro, makes its way towards the white " jack." The 

 partners rush up the green, and, when a fine shot has been made, 

 hastily shake hands and congratulate one another. I listened 

 to their lingo. It made a great impression upon me, for the 

 simple reason that I could not understand a word of it. Still, 

 it was all very interesting, and gives one a broader outlook upon 

 life's horizon. What the women and young girls do in their 

 spare time I am at a loss to understand. The picture palaces, 

 of course, claim a great many patrons, and, on Saturdays and 

 Sundays, the walk to the bonnie wee well on the famous Gleniffer 

 Braes is a great institution. 



I was staying on one occasion within a stone's throw of these 

 famous Gleniffer Braes, which have been immortalised in song 

 and verse by Scotch writers. Macdonald's Well, the " Bonnie 

 Wee Well on the breist o' the Brae," has long been famous, and 

 the good folk of Paisley peregrinate thither in great numbers, 

 especially in the quietude of a Sabbath evening. As one mounts 

 gradually upwards, it is obvious to the pedestrian that, on reach- 

 ing the summit of the brae, a panorama will be stretched out 

 below and beyond such as might favourably compare with any- 

 thing else in Scotland. Certainly, at the moment, I can only 

 recall three of the scenes which have made such an indelible 

 impression upon my memory, namely, the view of Glasgow, as 

 seen from where the cannons stand in Queen's Park, and the 

 views of Edinburgh and neighbourhood, as seen from the Castle 

 and Arthur's Seat. 



In view, therefore, of the magnificent view to be obtained 

 from the top of the Gleniffer Braes, I did not want any pressing 

 to accept an invitation to go to the " Bonnie Wee Well," in com- 

 pany with a friend one evening in September. On turning round 

 after reaching the top of the brae which hereabouts has been 



