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Do ye think, man, that there's naething in a' yon saut wilderness o' a world oot wast there, wi' the sea grasses growin', an' the sea beasts fechtin', an' the sun glintin' down into it, day by day? Na; the sea's like the land, but fearsomer. If there's folk ashore, there's folk in the sea deid they may be, but they're folk whatever; and as for deils, there's nane that's like the sea deils.
An' at that moment the Lord's ain hand out o' the Heevens struck the Horror whaur it stood; the auld, deid, desecrated corp o' the witch-wife, sae lang keepit frae the grave and hirsled round by deils, lowed up like a brunstane spunk and fell in ashes to the grund; the thunder followed, peal on dirling peal, the rairing rain upon the back o' that; and Mr.
Every Sunday morning he was in Crossmichael, where he had gathered together, one by one, a sect of about a dozen persons, who called themselves "God's Remnant of the True Faithful," or, for short, "God's Remnant." To the profane they were known as "Gib's Deils." It was known that every Sunday they prayed for a blessing on the arms of Buonaparte.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an he'll bide us, Mrs.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an he'll bide us, Mrs.
An acquaintance with Scripture goes far with a Scotch ecclesiastic. Besides, the man had a redeeming sense of humour, though he did not know how to prize it, not believing it a gift of God. "It's true, my woman," he answered. "Ay! it said something for them, deils 'at they war, 'at they preferred the swine. But even the swine cudna bide them!"
But speyk o' giein' ower the drink! The verra attemp' an' dinna ye think that I haena made it aich! What for sud I gang to hell afore my time? The deils themselves compleen o' that. Na, na. Ance ye hae learned to drink, ye canna do wantin' 't. Man, dinna touch 't.
At the lint-swinglings, they said questions round; and read chapters, and sang hymns at bridals; auld and young prayed in their dreams, an' prophesied in their sleep, till the deils in the farrest nooks o' Hell were alarmed, and moved to commotion. Gin it hadna been an auld carl, Robin Ruthven, Auchtermuchty wad at that time hae been ruined and lost for ever.
Nae doobt, if ane that was a reprobate, ane the Lord hated, had gane by there wi' his sin still upon his stamach, nae doobt the creature would hae lowped upo' the likes o' him. But there's deils in the deep sea would yoke on a communicant! Eh, sirs, if ye had gane doon wi' the puir lads in the Christ-Anna, ye would ken by now the mercy o' the seas.
Nae doobt, if ane that was a reprobate, ane the Lord hated, had gane by there wi' his sin still upon his stamach, nae doobt the creature would hae lowped upo' the likes o' him. But there's deils in the deep sea would yoke on a communicant! Eh, sirs, if ye had gane doon wi' the puir lads in the Christ-Anna, ye would ken by now the mercy o' the seas.
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