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Sae, speakin' as a guid Whig, an honest freen' to you, and an anxious freen' to my ainsel', the plain fact is that I think ye'll just have to bide here wi' Andie an' the solans." "Andie," said I, laying my hand upon his knee, "this Hielantman's innocent." "Ay, it's a peety about that," said he. "But ye see, in this warld, the way God made it, we cannae just get a'thing that we want."
'Well, he said to himself, 'I am turning quite practical and auld- warld. Those old Greeks were not so far wrong when they said that what made men citizens, patriots, heroes, was the love of wedded wife and child.
So it will come to pass that I may rise you have ears to understand, George -and I will inquire of him that taketh charge of the dead about many and how it fares with them." "And George Pitillo, what of him, Andrew?" "'Oh, it's a peety you didna live langer, Mr. Saunderson, for George hes risen in the warld and made a great fortune." "How does it go with his soul, Andrew?"
I'll scroll the disposition in nae time." "Dinna speak o't, sir," replied Dumbiedikes, "or I'll fling the stoup at your head. But, Jock, lad, ye see how the warld warstles wi' me on my deathbed be kind to the puir creatures, the Deanses and the Butlers be kind to them, Jock. Dinna let the warld get a grip o' ye, Jock but keep the gear thegither! and whate'er ye do, dispone Beersheba at no rate.
Neither had gained any visible advantage. 'Nae blood yet, remarked some one in tones of regret mingled with hope. 'Never heed, interposed Jake, humanely Tak' aff their gloves. They've done enough. We'll ca' it a draw or to be conteenued in oor next dull evenin' whichever they like. I hope you twa lads 'll never learn scienteefic boxin'. There's ower little fun in the warld nooadays.
Some sharp rocky heicht, to catch a far mornin' Ayont a' the nichts o' this warld, he'll clim'; For nane shall say, Luik! he sank doon at her scornin', Wha rase by the han' she hield frank oot to him. The letter was handed, with one or two more, to Mr. Galbraith, at the breakfast table. He did not receive many letters now, and could afford time to one that was for his daughter.
"When he grew more calm, we had a long conversation about the past, and truly I believe that the man was not in his right senses when he married yon wife; at ony rate, he is not lang for this warld; he has fretted the flesh aff his banes, an' before many months are ower, his heid will lie as low as puir Jeanie Burns's." While I was pondering this sad story in my mind, Mrs. H came in.
He did himsel a main deal o' harm wi' sic-like by a discourse some time gane ye'll judge what like it was when I tell ye the Scripture it was on: `He that saith he abideth in Him ought himself also so to walk even as He walked. And there's a gey lot of folks i' this warld 'd like vara weel to abide, but they're a hantle too lazy to walk.
"Your word to him," said the Laird, somewhat pettishly; "but wha is he, Jeanie? wha is he? I haena heard his name yet Come now, Jeanie, ye are but queering us I am no trowing that there is sic a ane in the warld ye are but making fashion What is he? wha is he?" "Just Reuben Butler, that's schulemaster at Liberton," said Jeanie. "Reuben Butler!
"There was a gran' leddy, a bonny leddy, came in and talked like an angel o' God to puir auld Sandy, anent the salvation o' his soul. But I tauld her no' to fash hersel. It's no my view o' human life, that a man's sent into the warld just to save his soul, an' creep out again. An' I said I wad leave the savin' o' my soul to Him that made my soul; it was in richt gude keepin' there, I'd warrant.
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