"
"What, are you coming with us?"
"Av coorse! D'ye think the departmint cud ha done so long wit'out me iv
Oi hadn't shint in my risignaation?"
"Then you are really going across for a holiday?"
"Oi'm goin' to lit Honoria git a shmill av the Oirish cloimate, an' a
peep at the ould shod, fwhere her anshisters is slapin' it's many a long
year."
"What a glorious time we're going to have!"
"Troth for you, sor, an' we'll sit this bhoy on his pins agin."
Many letters were despatched that afternoon, and Timotheus was kept
busy, inviting parties whom the post was slow in reaching. On Sunday,
there being no service at St. Cuthbert's in the Fields, the Kirk was
crowded, and Mr. Errol announced a service of special interest on
Wednesday morning at 11 o'clock, when his co-presbyter, the Rev. Dr.
MacPhun, would officiate. His own text was "It is not good that the man
should be alone," and towards the close of the service he stated that
the Presbytery had given him leave of absence for three months, which he
intended to spend in Britain, during which time his people would have an
opportunity of hearing many profitable preachers, under Dr.
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