Friend Mac Donald

arity of Servants.-Shout all together!-A Scotchman who does not admire his Wife.-Do

ed without hesitation, that if ever there was a nation formed for living under a republic, it is the Scotch-serious, calm, wise, law

blicans, with democratic instit

eople, I mean that in Scotland, still more th

demigods. In his eyes, the robes of the p

gument, he criticises an ord

; but if his bailie inflicts on him a fine that he thinks unjust, he does not scruple to tell him a piece of

envy his betters, but he does not hate them. He never abdica

those abject manners that denote his

a minute: you have money and I hav

o stopped me politely, yet with

od dinner, sir; won't you give m

ook-shop and boug

ind," said he,

veryone to his t

acrity. He was near

servants whose familiarity would horrify an Englishman, but whom the bonhomie of Scotch masters t

his strength, the Scot is good-hu

aster, in Scotland, are delightfully illustrated in the

wants bread, another wine, another vegetables. Donald does not know which

together-that's th

a well-stocked fowl yard, but could ne

that his gardener's wife went to the hen-roost every morning, filled h

met his gardener

rve me faithfully; but, between oursels, I canna

ird," replied James, "for I d

This fresh union of sympathie

is. He walks with head thrown back, and shoulders squared; his step i

a Scot

ncess Louise to the Marquis of Lorne in marriage, the general feeling in the

er to one of her subjects. They looked upon it as a mésalliance. The Sco

is preserved intact. Mountainous countries alway

l, in the heart of the Highlands, among her worthy Scotch people, whom she appears to prefer to a

a return for it in kind. Yes-in kind. The women knit her a pair of stoc