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Updated: September 25, 2025
The Lord's been verra mercifu' jist like himsel'." It was ill to bide for a while whan I cudna sleep. But I jist sleep noo like ane o' the beloved." "I was richt sorry for ye, Thamas." "Ay, Ye've a kin' hert, lassie.
Do ye believe that, Thamas Crann?" "Na, na, George, man. Ye ken little what ye're busiest sayin'. It'll be a glorifeed body that he'll rise wi'. It's sown in dishonour, and raised in glory. Hoot! hoot! ye are ignorant, man!" Macwha got more nettled still at his tone of superiority. "Wad it be a glorifeed timmer-leg he rase wi', gin he had been buried wi' a timmer-leg?" asked he.
"Are ye no gaein to get a minister o' yer ain, Thamas?" resumed George, after a pause, still wishing to turn the cart-wheels of the conversation out of the deep ruts in which the stiff-necked Thomas seemed determined to keep them moving. "Na; we'll bide a bit, and try the speerits. We'll ken whaur the water comes frae. We'll taste them a', and cheese accordin'."
"Tak' care hoo ye affront him, whan ye tak' it," said Andrew Constable to his wife, who was setting out to carry him some dish of her own cooking for Andrew's wife belonged to the missionars "for weel ye ken Thamas likes to be unner obligation to nane but the Lord himsel'." "Lea' ye that to me, Anerew, my man. You 'at's rouch men disna ken hoo to do a thing o' that sort.
As the congregation departed and dispersed, my friend Andrew exclaimed, "See, yonder is worthy Mr. MacVittie, and Mrs. MacVittie, and Miss Alison MacVittie, and Mr. Thamas MacFin, that they say is to marry Miss Alison, if a' bowls row right she'll hae a hantle siller, if she's no that bonny." My eyes took the direction he pointed out. Mr.
The presents which he brought to the Emperor in the name of his sovereign were of great value, comprising more than eighty cashmere shawls of all kinds; a great quantity of fine pearls of various sizes, a few of them very large; an Eastern bridle, the curb adorned with pearls, turquoise, emeralds, etc.; and finally the sword of Tamerlane, and that of Thamas- Kouli-Khan, the former covered with pearls and precious stones, the second very simply mounted, both having Indian blades of fabulous value with arabesques of embossed gold.
I'm far eneuch frae jeistin'. Ye dinna ken fervour frae jokin', Jeames Johnstone." "He micht tak' the law upo's for defamin' o' 's character; and that wad be an awfu' thing for puir fowk like us, Thamas." "Aye the same thing ower again, Jeames! That's the pairt o' a colt and no o' a Christian." "But arena we tellt to be wise as serpents?" "Ye wad tak' a heap o' tellin' upo' that heid, Jeames."
Thamas," rejoined Macwha, mollified in perceiving that he had not had altogether the worst in the tilt of words; "I wad only tak' the leeberty o' thinkin' that, when He was aboot it, the Almighty micht as weel mak' a new body a'thegither, as gang patchin' up the auld ane. Sae I s' twa hame."
"Hoot! hoot! dinna speyk sic awfu' words, Thamas, Ye're nae the prophet Jonah, ye ken." "Are ye the whaul than, to swallow me and my words thegither, Jean? "What ken ye aboot the lasses, Thamas? Haud ye to the men. The lasses are nae waur nor in ither pairts. I wat I can come and gang whan and whaur I like. Never a body says a word to me."
"I jist cam' to see whether ye war in want o' onything, Thamas." "I'm in want o' naething. Gude nicht to ye." "But, railly, Thamas," expostulated the weaver, emboldened by his own kindness "ye'll excuse me, but ye hae nae business to gang doon on yer knees wi' yer leg in sic a weyk condeetion." "I winna excuse ye, Jeames. What ken ye aboot my leg?
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