18 June 1851
Last week a young bird was observed fluttering about in the East Manse garden. One of the inmates of the house took the feathered visitor and put it into a cage, with the humane view of preventing it from becoming the prey of some strolling cat. The cage was hung on a tree opposite one of the manse windows, and strange to state, while the bird was so placed, its parents came and fed it regularly. The bird, after having been for some time in the situation described, was at last attacked by its dreaded enemy – a cat – who made desperate efforts to seize it. The old birds caught the alarm, and came fluttering with rage against the pirate assailant. During the onset, the cage was broken in the top, and the besieged bird made its escape out at the breach, and mounted high in the air, flanked on each side by its parents, leaving poor puss to sing, 'Wae's my heart for want o' wings.'
18 June 1870
Let us be cheerful
Lowness of spirits is euphemistic for mental indolence – that kind of indolence which will not take the trouble to be cheerful; which lets itself drift into foreboding and the enduring fear of disaster, because foreboding and fear, being passive states, are less difficult to compass than the active energy of hope and cheerfulness. Let no one pride himself on his faculty of gloom; he might as well pride himself on the possession of a squint or a hump.
19 June 1861
Cooked food for the labouring poor
A great cooking depot has recently been opened in Glasgow for the sale of cooked food at a remarkably cheap rate, and has become an extensive affair. The shops and saloons now number six. To give some idea of the demand for food at these places it may be stated that last week the number of rations sold and consumed amounted to upwards of £20,000, and the movement is likely ere long to be self-sustaining. The benevolent proprietor, Mr Thomas Corbett, has advanced the whole capital, upwards of £700.
20 June 1889
A low voice in women
A great poet once said that a low, soft voice was an excellent thing in women. Indeed, we are inclined to go much further than he did on this subject, and call it one of her crowning charms. No matter what other attraction she may have; she may be as fair as the Trojan Helen, and as learned as the famous Hyapatia, of ancient times; she may have all the accomplishments considered requisite at the present day, and every advantage that wealth may procure, and yet, if she lack a low, sweet voice, she can never be really fascinating. How often the spell of beauty is broken by course, loud talking. How irresistibly you are drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft silver tones render her positively attractive.
Besides we fancy we can judge character by the voice; the bland, smooth, fawning tone seems to us to betoken deceit and hypocrisy, as invariably as does the musical, subdued voice indicate a genuine refinement. In the social circle, how pleasant is it to hear a woman talk in that low key which always characterises the true lady! In the sanctuary of home, how such a voice soothes the fretful temper, and cheers the weary husband! How sweetly such cadences float through the sick chamber, and round the dying bed, with what solemn melody do they breathe a prayer for a departing soul!
Paisley Herald and Renfrewshire Advertiser
23 June 1855
Sanquhar mineral well
There has been some visitors in search of health, and we believe their application to the chalybeate springs is highly satisfactory. The walks are considerable advanced, and are laid out with much taste. The place has become quite metamorphosed. This, like other things which the Duke of Buccleuch takes in hand, is done with great liberality.
23 June 1881
A fossil monkey in Ayrshire
Zoologists, as well as geologists, will be somewhat surprised by the latest discovery in the vicinity of Kilmaurs – a region which seems to abound in archaeological marvels. While we are still hearing of fresh finds at the Buiston Crannog there comes to us the tidings of another novelty discovered by Mr Linton, of Kilmaurs, the gentleman who made a sensation last winter among the geologists by his remarkable Nautilus. The Rev David Landsborough describes it as a slab of shale from Annick Lodge, nearly three feet in length, and of a form so strange that the wise women in Kilmaurs declare it must be a monkey. We wait with some interest for the verdict which the wise men among our Western geologists will deliver on this strange monster.