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"His bit sermon wes six poems five a' hed heard afore four anecdotes three aboot himsel' and ain aboot a lord twa burnies, ae floo'r gairden, and a snowstorm, wi' the text thirteen times and 'beloved' twal; that was a'; a takin' window, and Netherton's lassies cudna sleep thinkin' o' him.
An' there may be w'ys o' comin' nearer till ane anither up yon'er 'at we ken naething aboot doon here. There's that laddie, Gibbie: I canna but think 'at gien he hed the tongue to speyk, or aiven gien he cud mak' ony soon' wi' sense intil't, like singin', say, he wad fin' himsel' nearer till's nor he can i' the noo.
It was true he was nobody's dog; and he was fascinated by soldiers and military music, and so, perhaps "I'll no' be reconciled to parting Eh, man, that's what Auld Jock himsel' said when he was telling me that the bit dog must be returned to the sheep-farm: 'It wull be sair partin'." Tears stood in the unashamed landlord's eyes. Glenormiston was pulling Bobby's silkily fringed ears thoughtfully.
I was keepin' them off as weel as I could; but havin' a knife in my hand, I'll no deny but what I gave twa three of them a bit cut." "Is this true?" asks the Captain of the first witness, curtly. "Yes, sir." "You saw the men throwing biscuits at the prisoner?" "Yes, sir." "He was daen' it himsel'!" proclaims Private McNulty. "This true?" "Yes, sir." The Captain addresses the other witness.
So there was as guid as the price o' the denner he gave me, an' naethin said. Noo read the letter an' ye'll see why I'm greetin'. Richard's gone to Ameriky to perjure his soul. He says it was to gie himsel' up to the law, but from the letter to Hester it's likely his courage failed him. There's naethin' to mak' o't but that an' he sae bonny an' sweet, like his mither."
Last nicht, I found a wee cripple o' a laddie sittin' by himsel' in the gutter, munchin' a potato skin. I just took him, he starin' an' blinkin' like an owl at me, and carried him into my room. There I gave him a plate o' barley broth, an' finished him up wi' a hunk o' gingerbread. Ma certes! Ye should ha' seen the rascal laugh.
His exercises showed that he had an evident genius for poetry, and that o' a very high order; but his parents were poor, and I didna see what poetry was to put in his pocket. I therefore by no means encouraged him to follow out what I conceived to be a profitless, though a pleasing, propensity; but, on the contrary, when I had an opportunity o' speakin' to him by himsel, I used to say to him
Tam opened the case after some consideration and disclosed shelf upon shelf tightly packed with bundles of rich, brown, fragrant cigars. There was a card inscribed: "Your friend in the Merman pusher." "Who," demanded Tam, "is ma low acqueentance, who dispoorts himsel' in an oot-o'-date machine?" Young Carter, who had come in to inspect the unpacking, offered a suggestion.
"I might almost venture to leave her, except that she seems so lonely, without friend or nurse, save yourself." "And wha's the best nurse for Captain Angus Rothesay's wife and bairn, but the woman that nursed himsel?" said Elspie, lifting up her tall gaunt frame, and for the second time frowning the little doctor into confused silence.
It wad be but to fa' again intil her snare!" answered his mother, with decision in her look and tone. "We're to abstain frae a' appearance o' evil as ye ken better nor I can tell ye." "But Isy's no an appearance o' evil, mother!" "Ye say weel there, I confess! Na, she's no an appearance; she's the vera thing! Haud frae her, as ye wad frae the ill ane himsel."
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