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"Beeny," said the clergyman, "I have sorrowful tidings." "Tell me them, sir," said she, unmoved. "Is it a deeth?" added she, quietly. He entered her house. "Aweel," said the woman to the others, "it maun be some far-awa cousin, or the like, for Liston an' me hae nae near freends.
"Where's the sense of biding here," said he, "to be burned to deeth wi' drought? Let's flood the mine, and drink or be drooned." "How can I flood the mine?" said Hope. "Yow know best, maister," said the man. "Why, how many tons of water did ye draw from yon tank every day?" "We conduct about five tons into a pit, and we send about five tons up to the surface daily."
He was in the thick of the fight " "That's the king, Jean, he was in the thick o't." "My ancestor killed a fellow who was sneaking behind him, but the next moment a man-at-arms prepared a thrust at his majesty, who had his hands full with three assailants." "Eh! that's no fair," said Christie, "as sure as deeth."
"Div ye see yon boat?" cried she; "and div ye mind Christie, the lass wha's hairt ye hae broken? aweel, woman it's just a race between deeth and Cirsty Johnstone for your son." The poor old woman swooned dead away; they carried her into Christie Johnstone's house and laid her down, then hurried back the greater terror absorbed the less.
"Na! lad, King Deeth has ower strong a grrip." "But he did what kings can do, he gave him two blows with his royal sword." "Oh, the robber, and him a deeing mon." "Two words from his royal mouth, and he and we were Barons of Ipsden and Hawthorn Glen from that day to this." "But the puir dying creature?" "What poor dying creature?" "Your forbear, lad."
"Infinite been the sorwes and the teres Of olde folk, and folk of tendre yeres." In like vein, we have: "This world nis but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we ben pilgrimes, passinge to and fro; Deeth is an ende of every worldly sore." "Her nis non hoom, her nis but wildernesse. Forthe, pylgrime, forthe! forthe, beste out of thi stal! Knowe thi contree, look up, thank God of al!"
"No! ye'll no gang there at siccan a time." "Hands off, ye daft jaud," roared he, "or there'll be another deeth i' the toon." At the noise Jean Carnie ran in. "Let the ruffian go," cried she, in dismay. "Oh, Christie, dinna put your hand on a lion's mane." "Yes, I'll put my hand on his mane, ere I'll let him mak a beast o' himsel'."
"Hett," said the woman carelessly, "let yon flea stick i' the wa'. I fancy I began on ye. Aweel, Cirsty," said she, falling into a friendlier tone; "it's the place we live in spoils us Newhaven's an impudent toon, as sure as deeth. "I passed through the Auld Toon the noo a place I never speak in; an' if they did na glower at me as I had been a strange beast.
The viscount looked relieved of a great fear. He saw the great disturbance of his servant's face, but ascribed it to the effect of his interview with the condemned man, and sympathy for his awful position, and he inquired: "How did Frisbie look, Cuthbert?" "Like a ghaist; na less! pale as deeth; trembling like a leaf about to fa'! and waefully distraught in his mind!"
But hae ye ne'er been tauld that the way o' the transgreesor is haird? and the wages o' sin is deeth?" said the "kindly" Scot. "But I do not deserve death! I never did kill anybody myself!" whimpered Faustina. "Wha the de'il said ye did? "But I have no right to be here. I never did anything, I, myself, to deserve such treatment. It was Lord Vincent's fault.
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