The following additional tale from Mr. Mill's biography only brings into more striking relief the resource of the minister in all emergencies. "One day a very respectable gentleman entered the house of a tailor in Channerwick, and ordered a suit of clothes to be made out of cloth which he brought with him. The tailor's delight at having such a fine gentleman for a customer was, however, turned into perplexity and fear as he opened up the cloth and found that the colour kept constantly changing. He at once sent for the minister and laid the matter before him. He was advised to spread a sheet on the floor and cut the cloth upon it, so that none of the clippings should be scattered about the room, and the minister said that he would be present to meet the stranger when the latter called to get the clothes. The day came, and when the stranger entered the house, Mr. Mill stepped forward to meet him. A terrible controversy ensued, and the respectable-looking gentleman was swept out of the house in a cloud of blue, sulphurous flame. It is not recorded if he took the new suit with him. A clue to his identification was furnished by his accidentally striking his foot against the door-step as he departed. The result of the collision was that a mark as of a cloven hoof was imprinted on the stone." CHAPTER VIII. METRICAL AND SUPPLEMENTARY. I. Arrival of the Mail-train at a Highland Station. II. Defoe, the Father of Journalism. III. A Village Toper. IV. A Reverend Hellenist. V. Antigone. VI. Shadows of the Manse. VII. "My Heart's in the Highlands." VIII. Saddell, Kintyre. IX. Springtime in Perthshire. X. Dr. George Macdonald's Creed. XI. Abbotsford. XII. Carlyle. XIII. Shelley. XIV. Picture in an Inn. XV. Rain-storm at Loch Awe. XVI. Kinlochewe. XVII. General Wade. XVIII. Sound of Raasay in December. XIX. Les Neiges d' Antan. XX. The Islands of the Ness. XXI. American Tourist Loquitur. XXII. The Miners. XXIII. In a Country Graveyard. XXIV. No Place like Home. I. ARRIVAL OF THE MAIL-TRAIN AT A HIGHLAND STATION. "_Hark! 'tis the twanging horn._" So Cowper sang Of the slow post-boy by the flooded Ouse; In different fashion now the great world's news Goes to each nook of Britain. The harangue Of politician; great events that hang In Fortune's hand, with magic speed diffuse From London's centre to the furthest Lews, Their tingling rumour and resounding clang. Daily along yon track of curving steels Comes to this Highland clachan, Watt's machine, Rolling in triumph on its iron wheels, And bringing letter, journal, magazine, To kilted Celts with collies at their heels And frivolous tourists from the putting-green. II. DEFOE[34] (FATHER OF JOURNALISM).