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It would be a fine thing to have a little home for yourself there, and Maggie to look after your comfort. You would study better." "I wad do naething o' the sort. I wad be keepit back by ony woman. There is many a ceevil word to say to them, that is just time and strength ta'en from study. Maggie kens weel, that when I hae my kirk, she'll be first and foremost wi' me.
Sandy got himsel' steadied up again, an' pulled doon his weyscot, syne gae his moo a dicht, an' buttoned his coat. I cud see fine that he was tryin' to keep up the English; but it wasna good enough. "I am no' a man o' learnin'," said Sandy. "I'm a wirkin' man, an' if I tak' up my heid wi' publik affairs, it's 'cause I've naething else ado, and it'll keep me oot o' langer.
But the truth is, you see, that the subjeck's sae heeped up wi' happiness, and sae charged wi' a' sort o' sanctity sae national and sae Scottish that beautifu' as the poem is and really, after a', naething can be mair beautifu' there's nae satisfying either paesant or shepherd by ony delineation o't, though drawn in lines o' licht, and shinin' equally w' genius and wi' piety. Nov., 1834.
He drank 'maist a' thing there was, Gibbie lan's an' lordship, till there was hardly an accre left upo' haill Daurside to come to my father 'maist naething but a wheen sma' hooses.
"And that is the truth," said he. "I am fery prave myself, and pold as a lions. But to stand up there and you ken naething of fence! the way that you did, I declare it was peyond me. And I am sorry for the plow; though I declare I pelief your own was the elder brother, and my heid still sings with it.
"I see you do not not even good-day to your own nephew," said he. "I hae naething to be ashamed of," said she. "I can say the Lord's Prayer with a good grace. If Hob was ill, or in preeson or poverty, I would see to him blithely. But for curtchying and complimenting and colloguing, thank ye kindly!" Archie had a bit of a smile: he leaned back in his chair. "I think you and Mrs.
"The canon how is he?" "Fine as fi'pence. Guid as ever in the pulpit? Aye, but it's a pity he doesna' bide there, for he's naething to be windy of when he comes out of it. Deacon now, bless ye, or archdeacon, and some sic botherment, and his daughter is to be married to yon slip of a curate with the rabbit mouth and the heather legs. Weel, she wasna for all markets, ye ken." "And Mrs. Macrae?"
Let me alane for whilly-whaing an advocate: it's nae sin to get as muckle flue them for our siller as we can after a', it's but the wind o' their mouth it costs them naething; whereas, in my wretched occupation of a saddler, horse milliner, and harness maker, we are out unconscionable sums just for barkened hides and leather." "Can I be of no use?" said Butler.
But it was plain that Morrison had not solved anything when he turned to Mac Tavish. "Not much like honest, real business this, eh, Andy?" "Naething like, sir!" "Doesn't seem to be a polite job, either politics if you go in and fight the other fellow on his own ground." "I've e'er hated the sculch and the scalawags!" "Totten calls this a political exigency."
'How do ye ken it's haunted? retorted my companion, whose hearing seemed to vary with his mood. 'And even if 'tis, there's naething can steer the maister, for tak awa Papistry, he has a hairt o' gold the bairns aboot here juist love him. 'So you're not a Papist? I inquired, smiling. 'No' me, responded he grimly.
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