Glasgow and its clubs, or, Glimpses of the condition, manners, characters, & oddities of the city, during the past & present centuries / [John Strang].
- John Strang
- Date:
- 1856
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: Glasgow and its clubs, or, Glimpses of the condition, manners, characters, & oddities of the city, during the past & present centuries / [John Strang]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![be there embosomed, we made a steeple-chase for the spot, and soon found ourselves in the audience-chamber of a bustling matron, actually engaged in freeing a large churn of its butter. “ Gude save us, gudewife!” exclaimed my punchy friend, as we entered the apartment; “ I fin’ we’re jist come in the nick o’ time! Lord, woman, gie us a waught o’ that sour milk as fast as you like, for we’re a’ on the point of choking. Wliat a deevil of a het day this has been for marching!” “ What brocht ye sae far frae hame on sic a day?” said the matron jestingly; “ and whan you left it wha obleeged ye to bear sic a burden? We kintra folk are no sae taen up wi’ sodgering— we would rather bide at hame and mind our wark. You’re no come, I hope, to countenance thae fules that would tak our gude- men awa frae their hames, against their ain will and the will o’ the Almighty—that would mak our bairns faitherless and ourselves widows. It’s a bonny like story, indeed; tak my word for it, nae gude can come o’ this nulitia trade. It’s quite contrair baith to the law and the gospel. If you’re cum to talk to the gudeman about that matter, I maun tell ye he’s no at hame, nor winna be: so ye’ll jist tak your drap drink and gang your ways.” “ Pardonnez moi, madame” whispered my companion. Monsieur Collon, advancing towards the alarmed matron, kneeling down and kissing her hand; “ vous vous trompez assurement; you mak von gran mistake, madame. By gar, ve come to dis house not like dee voleurs to rob you of any ting, far less of Monsieur voire mari. Oh mon Dieu! de tout, de tout. We do not vant your hus- band at all. Ah, comme vous etesjolie, aimable!—quels beaux yeuxf By gar—” “ Tuts man, get up and dinna be fashions,” interrupted the matron. “ Are ye daft or glaikit? What is’t ye’re haverin about? I dinna understan’ thae blethers at a’. See and lay your lugs in that bicker. You look as tho’ you were na that ower aftcn at hame at meal-time; and since ye tell mo that ye hae naithing to say to tlie gudeman, I maun e’en try to bring you something bettor, as 1 jalouse your walk will hae gien ye a drouth like the packman’s.”* Having offered our best thanks for the dame’s kindness, she ])lacod before us a largo Icehboclc, a basketful of oaten cakes, and a bottle of mountain dew, to which my jolly companion and I paid • More given to eat tliun to drink.](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b24870213_0596.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
