AN inhabitant of an upper flat in
the highest part of the city of Glasgow, who had probably been reading the
Prophecy of Hawkie, is said to have been in company one evening
where a good deal of conversation of a sensational kind passed on the
subject of the Clyde overflowing its banks, and inundating the lower part
of the houses of the Bridgegate, near to the river.
Next morning, when he awoke, it
being quite dark, and the former night’s discussion still swimming in his
mind, the first step he made out of bed was into a tub of water, which had
accidentally been placed at the side of the bed. The association of ideas
prompted him at once piously to ejaculate:
"If the water is at this height up
here, Heaven ha’e mercy upon the folks in the Briggate."