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and weaved till they weaved another minister. Without the grief<br />
of parting with one minister there could not have been the transport of choosing another. To have had a pastor always might have made them vainglorious. They were seldom longer than<br />
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twelve months in making a selection, and in their haste they would have passed over Mr. Dishart and mated<br />
with a monster. Many years have elapsed since Providence flung Mr. Watts out of the Auld Licht kirk. Mr. Watts was a probationer who was tried before Mr. Dishart, and, though<br />
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not so young as might have been wished, he found favour in many eyes. "Sluggard in the laft, awake!" he cried to Bell Whamond,<br />
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who had forgotten<br />
herself, and it was felt that<br />
there must be good stuff in him. A breeze from<br />
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Heaven exposed him on Communion Sabbath. On the evening of this solemn day the door of the Auld Licht kirk was sometimes locked, and the<br />
congregation repaired, Bible in hand, to the commonty. They had a right to this common on the Communion Sabbath, but only<br />
took advantage of it when it was<br />
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believed that more persons intended witnessing the evening service than the kirk would hold. On this day the attendance was always ver <img src="cid:1ACAD473471C09"> y great. It was the Covenanters come back to lif
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