"'Third. We shall come down from the tree wi' Zaccheus; and if timepermits,

"'Fourth. We shall be going home wi' the publican.'"

It seemed only just to pay a tribute at this point to the wonderfulpresence of mind Mrs. Macfadyen had shown amid unparalleleddifficulties.

"Hoot awa," she responded; the meenut ony heads cam a' knew magrund: but the times atween I wes fairly lost.

"A'll no deny," and our critic turned aside to general reflections,"that Mactavish said mony bonnie and affeckin' things frae time taetime, like the glimpses o' the hills ye get when the mist rolls awa,and he cam nearer the hert than the feck o' oor preachers; butcertes yon confusion is mair than us low country fouk cud stand.

"Juist when he wes speakin' aboot Zaccheus as nice as ye please--thoughwhether he was up the tree or doon the tree a' cudna for the life o' metell--he stops sudden and looks at us ower the top o' his spectacles,which is terrible impressive, and near dis instead o' speakin.'

"We will now come to the third head of this discoorse.