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From such texts as this the two women in the Lockerby house preached little daily sermons to each other, until comfort grew out of the very stem of their sorrow, and they began to congratulate each other that "puir Davie was at ony rate outside the glamour o' Mary Moir's temptations."
'Some lassies mairry thinkin' they'll hae an easier time an' a man to work for them, an' they sometimes fin' oot they've only ta'en somebody to keep; some mairry for spite, an' some because they'd raither dee than be auld maids. I dinna think, mysel', love if there be sic a thing has ony thing to do wi't. It was rather a cynical doctrine, but Teen implicitly believed what she was saying.
"Ye're richt there, sir only that no man's bun' to follow his inclinations or his circumstances, ony mair than he's bun' to alter his fut to the shape o' a ready-made beet! But hoo wull ye hae them made, sir? I mean what sort o' butes wad ye hae me mak?" "Oh, I leave that to you, Mr. MacLear! a sort of half Wellington, I suppose a neat pair of short boots." "I understand, sir."
Where he gets the gear to do't nane can say; he lives high, and far abune his rents here; however, he pays his way Sae, if there's ony out-break in the country, he's likely to break out wi' the first and weel does he mind the auld quarrels between ye, I'm surmizing he'll be for a touch at the auld tower at Earnscliff."
'I'll stan' hunger as weel 's you ony day, Hector. It's no for mysel'. There's Miss St. John. 'Hoots! said Hector, peevishly, for he wanted to go to sleep again, 'gang and mak luve till her. Nae lass 'll think o' meat as lang 's ye do that. That 'll haud her ohn hungert. The words were like blasphemy in Robert's ear. He make love to Miss St. John! He turned from the coach-door in disgust.
"Gudewife," said Davie, interrupting her, "these are but idle tales to tell me; fit for naething but to puff up our inward man wi' our ain vain acts. I stude beside blessed Alexander Peden, when I heard him call the death and testimony of our happy martyrs but draps of blude and scarts of ink in respect of fitting discharge of our duty; and what suld I think of ony thing the like of me can do?"
Ye see it was just a queer clump o' a roun'-about heathen, waghlin' may be twa tons or thereby. It wasna like ony o' the stanes in our countra, an' it was as roun' as a fit-ba'; I'm sure it wad ding Professor Couplan himsel' to tell what way it cam' there.
Ye maunna think I'm gaun to do ony preachin' business down at East-end, there's too much o' that an' tract-givin' already.
If he had just made the paragraphs about ae half shorter, and at the end of every ane taen a caulker, like ony ither man engaged in geyan sair and heavy wark, think na ye that his "Excursion" would hae been far less fatiguesome? April, 1827. North. I confess that the "Excursion" is the worst poem, of any character, in the English language.
"The devil, it cannot be, surely," for the black eyed and black haired pale face, seemed annoyingly attentive to the militaire. At length this said officer addressed me, "Captain Cringle, do me the honour to take wine." Mary started at the Captain. "She gazed, she redden'd like a rose, Syne pale as ony lily." Aha, thought I, all right still.
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