"An hou is yir noo Minister gettin on?"
the villager was asked.
"Och fine, A think" was the reply "bit
he's haurdlie settled doun yit."
"Bit they tell me he is ane o the kind
that disnae believe in Hell."
"Aweill" came the grim rejoinder. "He'll
no be here lang afore he chynges his mind!"