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Show CONSCIENCE SALVE. There are many stories afloat about the punctilious observance of Sunday in Scotland; but we remember none more illustiative of the extent to which the custom is carried than ; the following, which is told by the Count DeMedine Pomar, in his newly new-ly published work, "The Honeymoon." Honey-moon." It was at the hotel of Dumbarton. I had just got up and rung the bell for seme hot water for shaving. A ! waiter answered my call. "I want st. me hot water, if you please," I said. "And what do you want the hot water for?" "Forshaving," said I. "Ye canna have the water on the the Lord's day for such a thing aa shaving," said the waiter horror-struck horror-struck at the idta. I insisted again, but with the same e fleet. "Ka, ua," said he, "he canna have it." Necessity is the mother of invention, inven-tion, 'tis said, and this aroused mine. I thought that if I could arrange the order in such a way that it would not afiect his religious scruples, he would bring it directly. I therefore proposed pro-posed that I should like some toddy, and told him to bring me the materials ma-terials for making it, consisting of whiskey, sugar and boiling water. These ho brought without the least demur. I gave him the -whisky, which he drank, and I used the hot water. So conscience was satisfied. |