In the neighbouring parish of Anstruther, then under the pastoral charge of Dr Feme’s son, he had a like freedom of action, and alike open and effectual door of access to the consciences and hearts of the people, all the ministers of the place cordially uniting their congregations to form one deeply solemnized audience, in the midst of which “some of the most hardened sinners of the town were seen turning pale as death and shedding tears” under the preacher’s appeals.
'Memoir of the Rev W C Burns', by Islay Burns, page 127.