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Updated: June 22, 2025
A Street Waifs' Benefit for Street Waifs! If the crude young person who stands with such eager feet where the brook and river meet that she has wetted her pretty shoon in her haste to be in the society of men could only have the wit to sing: "O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us,"
"Just since the day ye fell, ma'am, and I was that upset that I was scarce in me right moind, and indade, it's hersilf has saved us from robbery and mebbe murther this night wid her barkin'." Giftie, tired of sitting up without reward or encouragement, had trotted quietly out of the room. She now came back waddling with importance, a pup in her mouth.
It's easy seein' she's a pet be the ways of her." "It says 'Giftie' on her collar," Angel announced, separating the short, shaggy coat to read. "That must be her name. Hello, Giftie! Sit up, Giftie!" So Giftie she was, and, for a long three weeks, our joy and our delight. Was ever little body so full of spirit and the pride of life?
I did not say that I had done with everybody, said Anne; 'but, perhaps, whatever I might think, I might not have presumed 'O Rupert! said Lady Merton, 'Could some fay the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us 'Mamma's beloved Burn's Justice again, interrupted Rupert. 'No, no, we do not mean to let our mouths be stopped, said Lady Merton; 'such a challenge must be answered.
The sight of so much bullion all at once braced us for the moment, and we forgot to be miserable. She came with us to the gate, asking a dozen questions about ourselves, and our father, and Giftie's stay with us. Giftie had to be restrained from following us, and with sinking hearts we kissed her little black nose and said good-bye. "Good-bye!" called the tall lady, "come again any time!
Let them begin it before the birds are all destroyed. If they have the least spark of tenderness left in their hearts " The rest of the sentence was lost in the louder tones of a pert little miss, who in company with her mother was rummaging over a box of trimmings on the counter nearest my cage. O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us. Burns.
"O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!" These abominable Atheists are by no means scarce, for, says his Grace, "practical Atheists we have everywhere, if Atheism be the denial of God." Just so; that is precisely what we "infidels" have been saying for years.
"Wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us," we might often be surprised to discover what a wealth of real affection and esteem lies hid under the glacier of Anglican indifference. The American poet who found his song in the heart of a friend could have done so, were the friend English, only by the aid of a post-mortem examination.
He showed me the signature of John Bunyan; the original manuscript of one of Sir Walter Scott's novels; the original of Burns' poem addressed to the parasite on a lady's bonnet, which contained the famous lines: "Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see our sel's as others see us,"
'Andsomebody could be put under an obligation to that little dog, she'd probably tike it right into 'er 'eart and 'ome. If that little dog, f'rinstance, should save Mrs. 'Andsomebody from drowning does she ever go in bathing?" "Likely, at her age, in December!" sneered Mary Ellen. "Try again." "We might hold her under water in the bath-tub till Giftie would fish her out," suggested Angel.
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