AN old Scottish landed proprietor,
who piqued himself much upon his
pedigree, and had a sovereign con tempt for men who had come to fortune
through successful industry, was one night in a company where a young lady
from Glasgow happened to descant upon what her father, her grandfathers,
and her great-grandfathers, had done as civil rulers in the city.
After enduring this for a little,
the laird at last tapped the fair speaker gently on the shoulder, and said
to her in an emphatic, but good-humoured tone:
Wheest, my woman; nae Glasgow folk
ever had grandfaithers."