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I'm only sae far o' yer lordship's min' 'at I like fair play gien a body could only be aye richt sure what was fair play!" "Yes, there's the very point! certainly, at least, when the question comes to be of eavesdropping not to mention that I could never condescend to play the spy."
So I think I've a richt to be proud of having invented melodies that have been sung all over the world, considering how I had no musical education at a'. Certainly it's the melody that has muckle tae do wi' the success of any song. Words that just aren't quite richt will be soon overlooked if the melody is one o' the sort the boys in the gallery pick up and whustle as they gae oot.
I maun talk more about myself than I richt like to do if I'm to make you see how I'm feeling and thinking aboot all the things that are loose wi' the world to-day. For, after all, it's himself a man knows better than anyone else, and if I've ideas about life and the world it's from the way life's dealt with me that I've learned them. I've no done so badly for myself and my ain, if I do say it.
I'm thinkin' there had been a kin' o' a veil ower his face a' the time he was upo' the earth; and syne whan he gaed whaur there war only heavenly een to luik at him, een that could bide it, he took it aff." "Weel, I wadna wonner. Maybe ye're richt. And gin ye be richt, that accounts for the Transfiguration.
He paid long visits to Craig Ronald, where he had a great admiration and reverence for the young mistress, and a hearty detestation for Meg Kissock, who, as he at all times asserted, "was the warst maister to serve atween the Cairnsmuirs." "Richt weel I'll do yer biddin', Meg Kissock," he answered in his shrill falsetto, "but no for your sake or the sake o' ony belangin' to you.
"Are ye sure it's the richt man, Ecky?" said a voice which he did not hear. "Sure. It's the Glesca body Dobson telled us to look for yesterday. It's a pund note atween us for this job. We'll tie him up in the wud till we've time to attend to him." "Is he bad?" "It doesna maitter," said the one called Ecky. "He'll be deid onyway long afore the morn." Mrs.
They hae ba's o' 't i' their feet, an' they canna get a grip wi' them, nae mair nor ye cud yersel', mem, gien the soles o' yer shune war roon' an' made o'ice. But we'll sune set that richt. Hoo far hae ye come, mem, gien I may speir? Aigh, mem, its an unco nicht!"
"Na, Peter; love gars a man luik up, no doon at his ain feet! It gars him fling his heid back, and set his een richt afore him no turn them in upo his ain inside! It maks a man straucht i' the back, strong i' the airm, and bauld i' the hert. Didna it you, Peter?" "Maybe it did; I dinna min' vera weel. But I see love can hardly be the thing that's amiss wi' the lad.
"Ye hae ower muckle conceit an' ower little sense ever to be a richt blackguard," said Jess as he went, "but ye hae the richt intention for the deil's wark. Ye'll do the young mistress nae hurt, for she wad never look twice at ye, but I cannot let her get the bonny lad frae Embra'-na, I saw him first, an' first come first served!" "Where have you been so long," asked her mistress, as she came in.
"He's a fine lad, and 'ill be sure to get a kirk; he's been weel brocht up, and comes o' decent fouk. "His doctrine soonds richt, and he 'ill no gang aff the track. Ye canna ca' him bashfu', and he's sure to be heard." Her audience still waited, and not in vain. "But the Lord hes nae pleesure in the legs o' a man," and every one felt that the last word had been said on Netherton's nephew.
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