In a quiet hamlet an aged man was dying, and someone asking if he would like her to read to him some assuring gospel messages out of the Bible, he replied in his own broad Scotch dialect: "Na, na, lassie, I thacket [thatched] the hoose in calm weather, and it's no need't noo when the storms come on."
Happy man! Death was at the door; his faculties were failing; the earthly tabernacle was being taken down; the storm had come; but he was safely sheltered.