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I saw the Duke of York and her in London, when Death, it seems, was brandishing his dart over them. "The view o't gave them little fright." Did not get quite a day's work finished to-day, thanks to my walk. February 3. There is nought but care on every hand. James Hogg writes that he is to lose his farm, on which he laid out, or rather threw away, the profit of all his publications.
"I laughed at her ignorance, and says I, 'I warrant I could blaw it, "'I dinna believe you, says she. "'Gie me haud o't, says I, and she gae it to me, and I blew some bonny blasts on't. Ay, you see she didna ken the way o't. 'Thank you kindly, says she, and she ran awa without even minding to take the horn back again." "You incredible idiot!" cried the sheriff.
'Had we not better, said Brown, 'dismount, and leave him to his fate; or can you not urge him through the swamp? 'Na, na, said his pilot, 'we maun cross Dumple at no rate, he has mair sense than mony a Christian. So saying, he relaxed the reins, and shook them loosely. 'Come now, lad, take your ain way o't, let's see where ye'll take us through.
He was interrupted by a loud laugh from Big Swankie, who quickly recovered his presence of mind, and declared that he had never tasted such capital stuff in his life. "Have ye much o't, sir?" "O yes, a good deal. "Ha!" exclaimed Davy Spink, "there's no doot plenty o't in the coves hereaway, for they're an awfu' smugglin' set. Whan did ye find the twa kegs, noo, if I may ask?" "Oh, certainly.
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's gotten a guid bed to lie in, and in the mornin we'll gie him a guid breakfast to tak the road wi', and there'll be an end o't. It's no likely we'll ever hear or see mair o' him." Having said this, Robert broke up the conclave; gave the long-drawn sonorous yawn that his family knew to be the signal of preparation for bed.
I ken ye'll no see a poor lad wranged, if ye can help it." Morton shook his head. "For the meat and lodging, Cuddie, I think I can promise something; but the penny-fee will be a hard chapter, I doubt." "I'll tak my chance o't, stir," replied the candidate for service, "rather than gang down about Hamilton, or ony sic far country."
'Tis the duty of all cavalry gentlemen to bear in mind that their blood is a knowed thing in the country, and not to speak ill o't. 'He's close-fisted. 'Well, maister, he is I own he is a little. 'Tis the nater of some old venerable gentlemen to be so. We'll hope he'll treat ye well in yer fortune, sir. 'Hope he will.
I cam hame trembling, and wanted to tell ye; but when I cam in ye were ta'en up wi' John, and, 'O lassie, said you, 'dinna bother me wi' your complaints enow. I was hurt at that, and 'Well, well, I thocht, 'if she doesna want to hear, I'll no tell her. I was huffed at ye. And then my faither came in, and ye ken what happened. I hadna the heart to speak o't after that; I didna seem to care.
But on the contrary, 'Lias emerged with fresh energy from the gulf of inarticulate argument in which his poor wits seemed to have lost themselves awhile. 'But I'm no blamin yo awthegither, he cried, raising himself, with a protesting wave of the hand. 'Theer's naw mak o' mischief i' this world, but t' women are at t' bottom o't. Whar's that proud foo of a wife o' yourn?
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