unds, seventeen shillings. These were great sums in those early days.
We read, also, in the History of Londonderry, of MacGregor, its first pastor, becoming the champion and defender of a personal enemy who was accused of arson, but whom the magnanimous pastor believed innocent.
He volunteered his defense in court.
The man was condemned and imprisoned, but MacGregor continued his exertions in behalf of the prisoner until his innocence was established and the judgment was reversed.
That they were a brave people need scarcely be asserted.
Of that very MacGregor the story is told, that when he went out at the head of a committee, to remonstrate with a belligerent party, who were unlawfully cutting hay from the out-lands of Londonderrrs, in the heat of dispute, shook his fist in the minister's face, saying, Nothing saves you, sir, but your black coat, MacGregor instantly exclaimed, Well, it shan't save you, sir, and pulling off his coat, was about to suit the action to the word,