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I charge you, my good people, ministers, doctors, elders, nobles, gentlemen, and barons, to stand to your puritie, and to exhort the people to doe the same; and I forsuith, so long as I bruike my life and crowne, sall mainteane the same against all deidlie," etc. The Assemblie so rejoiced, that there was nothing but loud praising of God, and praying for the King for a quarter of an houre.
Every contingency was fully discussed, and Allan was much pleased with David's prudence and unselfishness. "I think you will make a good minister," he said, "and we will all yet be very proud of you." "I sall do my duty, sir, all o' it. I sall neither spare sin nor sinner. My ain right eye sall nae be dear to me, if it wad win a thocht frae His wark."
But I'll ride in nae siccan troop they little ken'd Andrew that asked him. I'll fight when I like mysell, but it sall neither be for the hure o' Babylon, nor any hure in England." Where longs to fall yon rifted spire, As weary of the insulting air, The poet's thoughts, the warrior's fire, The lover's sighs, are sleeping there. Langhorne.
"What for?" "Because you wouldn't let me bathe you," said Meg dismally. Her voice broke. She really was most upset. As it happened, she did the only thing that would have appealed to little Fay. "Don't cly, deah Med," she said sweetly. "You sall dly me." And Meg, student of so many manuals, humbly and gratefully accepted the task.
"Gee up for Lady-day!" exclaimed the emancipated coachman; "why, Sall, I shall touch my whole lump of wages free for the fust time: and I only wish the gals had our luck." "Here, Sarah," interposed a kind and ruddy stable youth, "as we're all making free with Mr.
Ye sall be pleased then to know, that when our Laird was up in England where he gangs oftener than his friends can wish, he was biding at the house o' this Sir Miles Musgrave, an' there was putten on the table six candlesticks, that they tell me were twice as muckle as the candlesticks in Dunblane kirk, and neither airn, brass, nor tin, but a' solid silver, nae less; up wi' their English pride, has sae muckle, and kens sae little how to guide it!
'Lordsake, man! hae ye gotten her again? Gie's a grup o' her! he cried, dropping leather and hammer. 'Na, na, returned Robert, retreating towards the outer door. 'Ye maun sweir upo' her that, whan I want her, I sall hae her ohn demur, or I sanna lat ye lay roset upo' her.
"Malcolm, lad, I am verra sorry to see your father's son here on such a charge," he said. "I am here by your warrant, sir! it is altogether a very extraordinary proceeding!" said the viscount haughtily. "Not mare extraordinary than painful, lad," said the magistrate. "Who are my accusers, sir?" demanded the viscount, as if he was in ignorance of them. "Ye sall sune see, me laird.
"Inglis milor," cried Girasole, who was stung to the quick by a certain indescribable yet most irritating superciliousness in Hawbury's tone "Inglis milor, you sall see what you sall soffair. You sall die! Dere is no hope. You are condemn by de brigand. You also are condemn by me, for you insult me." "Well, of all the beastly rot I ever heard, this is about the worst!
The otter of roses is stronger than the rose, and a plaguy sight more valuable. Sall wrote it down; she said it warn't a bad idee that; but father larfed, he said he guessed minister's courtin' days warn't over, when he made such pretty speeches as that 'ere to the gals.
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