Some wasps built their nests during the week in a Scotch clergyman's

best breeches. On the Sabbath as he warmed up to his preaching, the

wasps, too, warmed up, with the result that presently the minister was

leaping about like a jack in the box, and slapping his lower anatomy

with great vigor, to the amazement of the congregation.

"Be calm, brethren," he shouted. "The word of God is in my mouth, but

the De'il's in my breeches!"