'Presbyterian!' answered Gilfillan contemptuously; 'a wretched
Erastian, or rather an obscure Prelatist, a favourer of the black
indulgence, ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark; they tell ower
a clash o' terror and a clatter o' comfort in their sermons,
without ony sense, or savour, or life.  Ye've been fed in siccan a
fauld, belike?' 

'No; I am of the Church of England,' said Waverley. 

'And they're just neighbour-like,' replied the Covenanter; 'and
nae wonder they gree sae weel.  Wha wad hae thought the goodly
structure of the Kirk of Scotland, built up by our fathers in
1642, wad hae been defaced by carnal ends and the corruptions of
the time;--ay, wha wad hae thought the carved work of the
sanctuary would hae been sae soon cut down!' 

To this lamentation, which one or two of the assistants chorussed
with a deep groan, our hero thought it unnecessary to make any
reply.  Whereupon Mr.  Gilfillan, resolving that he should be a
hearer at least, if not a disputant, proceeded in his Jeremiade.