Dr. Moor, Professor of Greek in
Glasgow, was rather a natty as well as a learned man—that is to say, he
was particular in the cut of his dress, and most particular to the curl
and powder of his wig. Strutting about one day, as he was wont,
apparently pleased with his own appearance, he was noticed by a young
spark of an officer, not long in commission, who, thinking to annoy the
professor, whispered to his companion in passing, loud enough, however,
for the doctor to hear:
"He smells strongly of powder."
Upon which the professor at once turned round, and said:
"Don’t be alarmed, my brave young
soldier, it is not gunpowder!"