RIGHTEOUS OVER MUCH
By Ian Maclaren I How do you do, Crashaw? didn’t know you condescended to conversaziones…
AN IMPOSSIBLE MAN
By Ian Maclaren I We must have Trixy Marsden on the Thursday”—for Mrs. Leslie was…
THE MINISTER OF ST. BEDE’S
By Ian Maclaren I It was in the sixties that a southern distiller, who had…
AFTERWARDS
By Ian Maclaren I He received the telegram in a garden where he was gazing…
IAN MACLAREN – Biography
IAN MACLAREN John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), was a minister of…
THE TRANSFORMATION OF LACHLAN CAMPBELL
By Ian Maclaren I A GRAND INQUISITOR The Free Kirk of Drumtochty had no gallery,…
THE CUNNING SPEECH OF DRUMTOCHTY
By Ian Macklaren Speech in Drumtochty distilled slowly, drop by drop, and the faces of…
HIS MOTHER’S SERMON
Ian Maclaren He was an ingenuous lad, with the callow simplicity of a theological college…
DOMSIE
Ian Maclaren I A LAD O’ PAIRTS The Revolution reached our parish years ago, and…
A WISE WOMAN
By Ian Maclaren I OUR SERMON TASTER A Drumtochty man, standing six feet three in…