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But the form was indisputable Douce David Deans himself, in his best light-blue Sunday's coat, with broad metal buttons, and waistcoat and breeches of the same, his strong gramashes or leggins of thick grey cloth the very copper buckles the broad Lowland blue bonnet, thrown back as he lifted his eyes to Heaven in speechless gratitude the grey locks that straggled from beneath it down his weather-beaten "haffets" the bald and furrowed forehead the clear blue eye, that, undimmed by years, gleamed bright and pale from under its shaggy grey pent-house the features, usually so stern and stoical, now melted into the unwonted expression of rapturous joy, affection, and gratitude were all those of David Deans; and so happily did they assort together, that, should I ever again see my friends Wilkie or Allan, I will try to borrow or steal from them a sketch of this very scene.
Gladstone appeals to the men of to-day from the vantage point of extreme old age. Age is so frequently dotage, that when a veteran appears who preserves the heart of a boy and the happy audacity of youth, under the 'lyart haffets wearing thin and bare' of aged manhood, it seems as if there is something supernatural about it, and all men feel the fascination and the charm. Mr.
Truly it was an affecting sight to behold that very aged, time-bent and venerable man so standing in the midst of all his dismayed and pious neighbours, his grey hairs flowing from his haffets, and the light of our lowly hearth shining upon his bald head and reverent countenance.
An' yet, ye're my Joseph, as it were, the son o' my auld age, wi' a coat o' many colours, plush breeks included; an' gin aught take ye, ye'll bring down my grey haffets wi' sorrow to the grave!"
It was a sight to see those thin grey haffets making a soft pillow of that jutting knee of gnarled and knotty oak, and with his well-worn quarterstaff held close in a hand all wrinkled skin and scraggy bone.
But I will see with my own eyes and then something we will do. Say to my father I will be back anon." "Are ye distraught, lassie?" shouted Dorothy, as Catharine made past her towards the street door. "You would not gang into the street with the hair hanging down your haffets in that guise, and you kenn'd for the Fair Maid of Perth?
It describes the scene attendant upon the return of a cottage labourer to his home on Saturday night: "The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face They round the ingle form in a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare: Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion wi' judeecious care."
Strange things. *Makes old clothes look almost as good as new. . . . . . . . "The cheerfu' supper done,, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His layart haffets* wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
But the form was indisputable Douce David Deans himself, in his best light-blue Sunday's coat, with broad metal buttons, and waistcoat and breeches of the same, his strong gramashes or leggins of thick grey cloth the very copper buckles the broad Lowland blue bonnet, thrown back as he lifted his eyes to Heaven in speechless gratitude the grey locks that straggled from beneath it down his weather-beaten "haffets" the bald and furrowed forehead the clear blue eye, that, undimmed by years, gleamed bright and pale from under its shaggy grey pent-house the features, usually so stern and stoical, now melted into the unwonted expression of rapturous joy, affection, and gratitude were all those of David Deans; and so happily did they assort together, that, should I ever again see my friends Wilkie or Allan, I will try to borrow or steal from them a sketch of this very scene.
It was long after that Burns described "The Cottar's Saturday Night"; but he was only describing a condition which was already in vogue, and which was having tremendous influence in England as well as in Scotland: "The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And 'Let us worship God! he says, with solemn air."
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