having, in the
meanwhile, taken from her pocket an
epistle which she
had received the
preceding day from Mrs. Pringle, Mr. Snodgrass
silenced all
controversy on that score by requesting her to proceed
with the
reading. "She's a clever woman, Mrs. Pringle," said Mrs.
Craig, who was
resolved to cut a figure in the conversation in her
own house. "She's a
discreet woman, and may be as godly, too, as
some that make mair wark about the elect." Whether Mrs. Glibbans
thought this had any
allusion to herself is not
susceptible of legal
proof; but she turned round and looked at their "most kind hostess"
with a sneer that might almost merit the appellation of a snort.
Mrs. Craig, however, pacified her, by proposing, "that, before
hearing the letter, they should take a dram of wine, or pree her
cherry bounce"--adding, "our maister likes a been house, and ye a'
ken that we are providing for a handling." The wine was accordingly
served, and, in due time, Miss Mally Glencairn edified and
instructed the party with the
contents of Mrs. Pringle's letter.
LETTER XXVI
Mrs. Pringle to Miss Mally Glencairn
Dear Miss Mally--You will have heard, by the peppers, of the gret
hobbleshow heer aboot the queen's coming over
contrary to the will
of the nation; and, that the king and parlement are so angry with
her, that they are going to put her away by giving to her a bill of
divorce. The Doctor, who has been searchin the Scriptures on the
okashon, says this is not in their poor, although she was found
guilty of the fact; but I tell him, that as the king and parlement
of old took upon them to change our religion, I do not see how they
will be hampered now by the word of God.
You may well wonder that I have no ritten to you about the king, and
what he is like, but we have never got a sight of him at all, whilk
is a gret shame, paying so dear as we do for a king, who shurely
should be a publik man. But, we have seen her
majesty, who stays
not far from our house heer in Baker Street, in dry lodgings, which,
I am creditably informed, she is obligated to pay for by the week,
for nobody will trust her; so you see what it is, Miss Mally, to
have a light
character. Poor woman, they say she might have been
going from door to door, with a staff and a meal pock, but for ane
Mr. Wood, who is a baillie of London, that has ta'en her by the
hand. She's a woman
advanced in life, with a short neck, and a
pentit face; housomever, that, I suppose, she canno help, being a
queen, and obligated to set the fashons to the court, where it is
necessar to hide their faces with pent, our Andrew says, that their
looks may not
betray them--there being no shurer thing than a false-
hearted courtier.
But what concerns me the most, in all this, is, that there will be
no coronashon till the queen is put out of the way--and nobody can
take upon them to say when that will be, as the law is so dootful
and endless--which I am verra sorry for, as it was my
intent to rite
Miss Nanny Eydent a true
account of the coronashon, in case there
had been any partiklars that might be servisable to her in her
bisness.
The Doctor and me, by ourselves, since we have been settlt, go about
at our
convenience, and have seen far mae farlies than baith Andrew
and Rachel, with all the
acquaintance they have forgathert with--but
you no old heeds canno be expectit on young shouthers, and they have
not had the experience of the world that we have had.
The lamps in the streets here are lighted with gauze, and not with
crusies, like those that have
lately been put up in your toun; and
it is brought in pips aneath the ground from the manufactors, which
the Doctor and me have been to see--an awful place--and they say as
fey to a spark as poother, which made us glad to get out o't when we
heard so;--and we have been to see a brew-house, where they mak the
London
porter, but it is a sight not to be told. In it we saw a