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But her aunt's soft cold hand glided silently on her drooped head, pressing its throbbings into peace. "I am wae to think," continued the old lady, "that ye are the last of the Rothesay line. The name must end, even should Olive marry." "I shall never marry, Aunt Flora! I shall live as you have done God make my life equally worthy!" "Is it so? I thought it was different.
I thought o' the bonny bit them that our father rooted out o' the yard last May, when it had a' the flush o' blossoms on it; and then it lay in the court till the beasts had trod them a' to pieces wi' their feet. I little thought, when I was wae for the bit silly green bush and its flowers, that I was to gang the same gate mysell."
He that marries a Daw, eats meikle dirt. Huly and fair men rides far journeys. Hast makes wast. He that looks not e're he loup, will fall e're he wit of himself. He that counts but his Host, counts twise. He that hes gold may buy land. He should have a heal pow, that cals his neighbour nikkynow. He is worth no weil that may bide no wae. He that owes the Cow goes nearest her tail.
I CANNA chuse, but ever will Be luving to thy father still, Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde, My luve with him maun still abyde; In weil or wae, whaireir he gae, Mine heart can neir depart him frae. Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament.
"In the second place, she is a widow with a temper, and a good deal of it." "Dinna name it!" cried the Laird, lifting up his hands. "Dinna name it! Eh, puir laddie, but I'm wae for him, gin he's fashed wi' ane o' that sort." "And in the third place," continued Angus, "I have been told that he may well preach against worldly-mindedness, for he gets enough of it at home.
O, Marion, I'm wae to say this! but ye're owre brave in your sin." "Do ye think I'll e'er gae back to that havering, daunering cuif o' a creature, the Crail bailie?" "He's a man o' mair worth and conduct, Marion," replied her sister, firmly, "than to put that in your power even, woman, if ye were penitent, and besought him for charity." "Weel, weel, no to clishmaclaver about him.
My heart's wae, wae for that woman; I saw her face was like a corp when we went in first, though she put a fair front on to us. A woman in a hundred; a brave woman, few like her, let me tell you, M. Montaiglon, and heartbroken by that rat she's married on. I could greet to think on all her trials. You saw she was raised somewhat; you saw I have some influence in that quarter?"
For the conventicles, let be! and the same for yon solemn fule, M'Brair: I can blink at them. But she's got to come to the kirk, Montroymont." "Dinna speak of it," says the laird. "I can do nothing with her." "Couldn't ye try the stick to her? it works wonders whiles," suggested Haddo. "No? I'm wae to hear it. And I suppose ye ken where you're going?" "Fine!" said Montroymont.
I'm wae to leave ye here, wanting me." "Have with ye, then!" says I. "Do ye gang back where you were stopping." "De'il a fear!" said Alan. "They were good folks to me, but I think they would be a good deal disappointed if they saw my bonny face again. Which makes me the keener for your company, Mr. David Balfour of the Shaws, and set ye up!
'Now wae be to thee, Huntley, And whairfore did ye say I bade ye bring him wi' you, But forbid you him to slay! 'He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring, And the bonnie Earl o' Murray, Oh, he might hae been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he played at the ba'; And the bonnie Earl o' Murray Was the flower amang them a'!
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