THE late John Neilson of the
Claremont Tavern, Glasgow, when waiter with Mrs. Pollock, Princes Street,
was ordered by a party o conceited puppies to bring them some London
porter; on presenting which he was taken to task by the lords of the
parlour for the time being, one of whom, backed by the others, haughtily
"That is not London porter, sir;
take it away—some of your home-brewed stuff that has been in the house for
"I say it is London porter," replied
John; "but maybe you’re not verra guid judges."
"Take it away, sir, and none of your
insolence," was the retort.
Jock stuck to his point till Mrs.
Pollock, attracted by the disturbance, entered the room. Order was soon
restored, each party relating, and looking to her for a decision in favour
of their respective case. She asked John where he took it from; he
answered; she said that was where it stood, but that a bottle of Scotch
porter might have been placed there by mistake, and she ordered him to
bring another. He brought it; and, at his mistress’s earnest solicitation,
offered an apology for his conduct. John lingered, however, behind his
mistress in the room, under pretence of doing something, and when he
thought her fairly out of hearing, he again resumed the discussion,
"Ye see, gentlemen, I had to say yon
to please my mistress; yet, for my own sake, I maun say it was London
porter for a’ that."