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That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane. So good night to you! Sound be your sleep, and delectable your dreams! Apropos, how do you like this thought in a ballad I have just now on the tapis? I look to the west when I gae to my rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be; Far, far in the west is he I lo'e best, The lad that is dear to my babie and me!
I believe 't, though I canna jist see 't. A body canna like a'body, and the minister's jist the ae man I canna bide." "Ay could ye, gi'en ye lo'ed the ane as he oucht to be lo'ed, and as ye maun learn to lo'e him." "Weel I'm no come to that wi' the minister yet!" "He provokes me the w'y that he speaks to ye, father him 'at's no fit to tie the thong o' your shee!"
But ye wull lat me kiss him afore ye tak him awa'? my ain bairnie, whause vera comin I had prepared shame for! Oh my God! But he kens naething aboot it, and winna ken for years to come! And nane but his ain mammie maun brak the dreid trowth til him! and by that time he'll lo'e her weel eneuch to be able to bide it!
"Daddy! daddy!" he cried, throwing his arms round his neck and kissing him, "I lo'e ye better nor ever. An' weel I may!" "But how can you, when you 've cot none of ta plood in you, my son?" persisted Duncan. "I hae as muckle as ever I had, daddy." "Yes, put you 'll tidn't know." "But ye did, daddy." "Yes, and inteet she cannot tell why she 'll pe loving you so much herself aal ta time!"
"'Jamie, you know how I lo'ed an' trusted him, an' obeyed his ain wishes in comin' out to this strange country to be his wife. But 'tis all over now, and she pressed her sma' hands tightly over her breast to keep doon the swelling o' her heart. 'Jamie, I know now that it is a' for the best; I lo'ed him too weel mair than ony creature sud lo'e a perishing thing o' earth.
Have ye no pity for your ain sex?" "Peety," she cries "peety for a wheen licht-heided hussies that lo'e the man best that tells the bonniest lees, or speaks them fairest. Na, na, ma lad, nae peety. I'm watchin' a man that has tied their strings and kissed their bonny ankles, when he should have let them dry his sweat wi' their hair an' his feet wi' their braws.
But I'm ready to hear ye tell me my duty; I'm no past reasonin wi'! 'Did ye never hear 'at ye're to lo'e yer neebour as yersel? 'I'm duin that wi' a' my hert, Kirsty and that ye ken as weel as I du mysel! 'Ye mean me, Francie! And ye ca' that lo'in me, to wull me merry a man 'at 's no a man ava! But it's nae me 'at 's yer neebour, Francie! 'Wha is my neebour, Kirsty?
She said nae mair; but pale an' sorrowfu', the verra ghaist o' her former sel', went back into the house. "Frae that hour she never breathed his name to ony o' us; but we all ken'd that it was her lo'e for him that was wearin' out her life. The grief that has nae voice, like the canker-worm, lies ne'est the heart.
"I want Bobby i' the bed wi' me. I'll cuddle 'im an' lo'e 'im till he staps greetin'." "Nae, bonny wee, he wullna stap." The farmer picked the child up on one arm, gripped the dog under the other, and the gude wife went before with a lantern, across the dark farmyard to the cow-barn.
Has na he taught me to lo'e God to lo'e Him better nor father, mither, An'rew, or onybody? I wull lo'e An'rew! What can ye mean, mother?" "What I mean, Dawtie, is, that ye mamma think because ye lo'e him ye maun hae him; ye maunna think ye canna du wantin' An'rew!" "It's true, mother, I kenna what I should do wantin' An'rew!
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