nine in the morning
On the second Sunday we reversed the order of things , and found the Established bonnet much finer than the Free bonnets , which was a source of mystification to us , until we discovered that it was a question of morning or evening service , not of the form of Presbyterianism . We think , on the whole , that , taking town and country congregations together , millinery has not flourished under Presbyterianism , -- it seems to thrive better in the Romish atmosphere of France ; but the Disruption , at least , has had nothing to answer for in the matter , as it appears simply to have parted the bonnets of Scotland in twain , as Moses divided the Red Sea , and left good and evil on both sides . I can never forget our first military service at St. Giles ' . We left Breadalbane Terrace before nine in the morning and walked along the beautiful curve of street that sweeps around the base of Castle Rock , -- walked on through the poverty and squalor of the High Street , keeping in view the beautiful lantern tower as a guiding star , till we heard `` The murmur of the city crowd ; And , from his steeple , jingling loud , St. Giles 's mingling din . '' We joined the throng outside the venerable church , and awaited the approach of the soldiers from the Castle parade-ground ; for it is from there they march in detachments to the church of their choice . A religion they must have , and if , when called up and questioned about it , they have forgotten to provide themselves , or have no preference as to form of worship , they are assigned to one by the person in authority . When the regiments are assembled on the parade-ground of a Sunday morning , the first command is , `` Church of Scotland , right about face , quick march ! ''