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So, feeling it for all, I felt it for Mallie and Jock, standing there an hour, first on one foot and then on the other, to be gloated at and rebukit, and for the minister doing the rebuking, and for the kirkful all gloating, and thinking, 'Lord, not such are we! and for Robin Greenlaw who often enough himself takes wildfire for true light! I say I think it was sair sight and sair doing "
While acting as a priest and notary, between 1540, at latest, and 1543, Knox was engaged as private tutor to a boy named Brounefield, son of Brounefield of Greenlaw, and to other lads, spoken of as his "bairns." In this profession of tutor he continued till 1547.
Ended, a decent pause was made, then all took place, Jarvis Barrow and his daughter and granddaughter, Robin Greenlaw, Thomas and Willy, Menie and Merran. The cold meat, the bread, and other food were passed from hand to hand, the ale poured. The Sunday hush, the Sunday voices, continued to hold. Jarvis Barrow would have no laughter and idle clashes at his table on the Lord's day.
A dory with two men in it came rowing toward the buoy. "How long've you fellows been hanging on here?" shouted a red-sweatered, gray-haired man in the stern. "Since six last night. We blew down from Tarpaulin Island in the norther. Don't you know me, Captain Greenlaw?" "Why, it's Jim Spurling, Tom Sprowl's nephew!" exclaimed the astonished captain. "So the gale blew you down from Tarpaulin, eh?
He continued till next day in the same state, but at length his senses returned and he desired to see the minister alone. He assigned no reason to them for this demand, but the promise was given and he spoke no more, and died that evening. "About ten years after his death, his eldest son Henry Keane had to go to Greenlaw on business, and in the afternoon he prepared to return home.
In either case the omitting to pay them due attention gave displeasure, and perhaps brought down a smart jest, as on the following occasion: A jolly dame who, not 'Sixty Years Since, kept the principal caravansary at Greenlaw, in Berwickshire, had the honour to receive under her roof a very worthy clergyman, with three sons of the same profession, each having a cure of souls; be it said in passing, none of the reverend party were reckoned powerful in the pulpit.
At a little distance, on the round bench, sat Robin Greenlaw. The old man read sternly, concentratedly on; the young one looked at the purple mountain-heads. Elspeth came around the tree. "Grandfather, dinner is ready. Robin! we didn't know that you were here " "I went the way around to speak with the laird. Then I thought, 'I will eat at White Farm " "You're welcome!
It was afternoon, white drifts of clouds in the sky, light and shadow moving upon field and moor and distant, framing mountains. He rode by Littlefarm and he called at the house gate for Robin Greenlaw. It seemed that the latter was away in White Farm fields. The laird might meet him riding home. A mile farther on he saw the gray horse crossing the stream.
That, on the 6th of April, about 6 o'clock in the evening, we were in the market square we distinctly heard Captain Shortland give orders to the soldiers to charge on the prisoners and after we retreated through the gates, we heard him give orders to the soldiers to FIRE, which, on his repeating several times, was executed. Joseph Reeves, James Greenlaw, Isaac L. Burr, Thomas Tindal. No.
Robin Greenlaw was in the field, coat off in the gay, warm weather. He came to Glenfernie's side, and the latter dismounted and sat with him under a tree. Greenlaw brought a stone jug and tankard and poured ale. The laird drank. "That's good, Robin!" He put down the tankard. "Are you still a poet?" "If I was so once upon a time, I hope I am so still. At any rate, I still make verses.
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