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"I cam' to London to get the price o' a pair o' horse and a fine new carriage as good as new onyway oh, ye have seen the turn-out, Miss Patsy. Aye, aye it had served the Laird o' the Marrick a while, I will not deny that is, not to you but it was a fine faceable carriage whatever, before the lad that fired on the Duke dang it a' to flinders.
He knew that along with the property, Kennedy had taken over the carriage and capitally matched horses of the late laird of Glen Marrick. Perhaps he would lend them to a kinsman in order to oblige a Royal Duke. He need not be too precise as to what the Royal Duke wanted them for if the pay were good and sure. Accordingly Eben the Spy went to Supsorrow with an unquiet heart.
In one, named Marrick, I saw that the street had become the scene either of a great battle or a great massacre; and soon I was everywhere coming upon men and women, English and foreign, dead from violence: cracked heads, wounds, unhung jaws, broken limbs, and so on.
On the north bank, not far from Marrick village, you may still see the ruins of Marrick Priory in its beautiful situation much as Turner painted it a century ago. Leland describes Marrick as 'a Priory of Blake Nunnes of the Foundation of the Askes. It was, we know, an establishment for Benedictine Nuns, founded or endowed by Roger de Aske in the twelfth century.
He has long loved the fair, quiet image of our Lady of Marrick, unwittingly, for another Mary's sake; half-oblivious of the past in scheming for the present, he has knelt at midnight before that figure of the Virgin-mother, and knew not why he trembled; he thought it the ecstacy of devotion, the warm-gushing flood of calmness, which prayer confers upon care confessed.
Thus, in the way of Mackenzie's 'Man of Feeling, we become fragmentary where we fear to be tedious; and so, in a good historic epoch, among the wars of the Roses, surrounded by friars and nuns, outlaws and border-riders, chivalrous knights and sturdy bowyers, consign I to the oblivescent firm of Capulet and Co. my happily destroyed 'Prior of Marrick.
Thus, in the way of Mackenzie's 'Man of Feeling, we become fragmentary where we fear to be tedious; and so, in a good historic epoch, among the wars of the Roses, surrounded by friars and nuns, outlaws and border-riders, chivalrous knights and sturdy bowyers, consign I to the oblivescent firm of Capulet and Co. my happily destroyed 'Prior of Marrick.
How tenderly falls he at her feet, with eyes lighted as in youth! How earnestly he prays to his fixed image to it, not through it, for his heart is there! How zealously he longs for her honour, her worship among men hers, the presiding idol of that Gothic pile, the hallowed Lady, the goddess-queen of Marrick! Stop can he do nothing for her, can he venture nothing in her service?
Well, I suppose that you have studied the devastation caused by these animals on the the what is the name ah, yes, Ben Marrick?" "My lord," said the many-acred "farm labourer," "there is never a vole on the Ben o' Marrick. The vole is far ower good a judge of land to waste his time on the Marrick."
He has long loved the fair, quiet image of our Lady of Marrick, unwittingly, for another Mary's sake; half-oblivious of the past in scheming for the present, he has knelt at midnight before that figure of the Virgin-mother, and knew not why he trembled; he thought it the ecstacy of devotion, the warm-gushing flood of calmness, which prayer confers upon care confessed.
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