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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Laird, let me tell you there will be nae special heaven for the Gael. They that want to go to heaven by themsel's arena likely to win there at a'. You may as well learn to live with ither folk here; you'll hae to do it to a' eternity." "If I get to heaven, Dominie Tallisker, I'll hae special graces for the place. I'm no going to put mysel' in a blazing passion for you to-night.
A shout of astonishment greeted the exploit, and Tony Musgrave whose keen, satirical ill-will had hitherto been Tallisker's greatest annoyance came frankly forward and said, "Dominie, you are a guid fellow! Will you tak some beer wi' me?" Tallisker did not hesitate a moment. "Thank you, Tony. If it be a drink o' good-will, I'll tak it gladly."
I am glad your prospects are sae laudable; maybe it may enter your heart, some day, to consider it laudable to keep the Fifth Command. Your sister is dead. Life is lonely, but I thole it. I want nae explanations. "Your father, "What's the address, Tallisker?" "Regent's Place, London." The answer arrived in due time. It was as proper as a letter could be.
And you choose your subjects wisely, Colin: it is a gift the angels might be proud o'." He lingered long in the room, and when he left it, "Prince Charlie" and the "Clan's Farewell" were his own. They were to go back with him to the manse at Crawford. It was, upon the whole, a wonderful week to Tallisker; he returned home with the determination that the laird must recall his banished.
"I'll hae you to understand, Dominie Tallisker, that I am laird o' Crawford and Traquare, and I'll hae nae such pliskies played in either o' my clachans." "If you are laird, I am dominie. You ken me weel enough to be sure if this thing is a matter o' conscience to me, neither king nor kaiser can stop me.
For if Crawford knew anything he knew that Tallisker would never relinquish his new work, and perhaps if he yielded to any reasonable object Tallisker would stand by him in his project. He did not force the emigration plan upon his notice. The summer was far advanced; it would be unjustifiable to send the clan to Canada at the beginning of winter.
Thus he had counselled and visited the patriarchs and prophets of old. He was a God who changeth not; and if he had chosen to send Crawford a message in this way, it was doubtless some special word, for some special duty or sorrow. But he had really no idea of what Crawford had come to confess to him. "Tallisker, I hae been a man in a sair strait for many a year.
"I hae made up my mind, Tallisker," said fretfully, "the warld thinks more o' the who mak money than o' those who gie it awa." Certainly this change was not a sudden one; for two years after Helen's death it was coming slowly forward, yet there were often times when Tallisker hoped that it was but a temptation, and would be finally conquered.
The laird must understand these things, or the quarrel would probably be renewed, perhaps aggravated. And Tallisker thought that, in this respect, Colin was right. He would at any rate hide nothing from the laird, he should know all; and really he thought he ought to be very grateful that the "all" was so much better than might have been. The laird was not glad.
Colin has used me vera hardly about this. Has he not, Tallisker?" "Yes, laird, Colin was vera wrong there. He knows it now." "What is he doing in such a grand house? How does he live?" "He is an artist a vera great one, I should say." "He paints pictures for a living! He! A Crawford o' Traquare! I'll no believe it, Tallisker." "There's naught to fret about, laird. You'll ken that some day.
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