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at Braemar, English Strickland, walking for exercise to the village and back, found himself overtaken by Mr. M'Nab, the minister who in his white manse dwelt by the white kirk on t

of the fold. Mr. M'Nab meant not to be weak. He loathed sin and would compel the sinner als

day,

side. The day was very still, the sky an even

e's ver

been a slow failing for two years

But once, when I was a young man, I stay

the best

d not that grip upon reli

be n

at the first opportunity, to call his attention to that fact and to strive to teach his fingers how to clasp. He had a craving thirst for the saving

r was martyred for the faith in the auld persecuting time. His grandmother we

said Strickland. "He must have drunk in terror an

se that rise up against thee? I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them

a withering fire, hunting fuel everywhere! I remember when he held it in bounds, even when for a time it s

the implicit belief in God that I see sai

who slays th

ry glance upon him. "

field of cloud. "Perhaps!... Let's talk of something els

y. "I was in company, not long ago, with some gentlemen who were wondering why you stayed on at G

s. Jardine tha

he laird

ould have liked me to do so. But so long as

l he do n

y. He's strong of body, with a k

farm. He checked his gray and exchanged greetings with the minister and t

I think, M

end, I jalouse! Is

for him t

it was not for the occasion of his coming! If th

, Greenlaw. But you know there's no

is aught-" He gathered up the reins. "It will be snowing presently. I always thought that I'd like to part on a day like thi

d after him. "There's one to be l

Jarvis Barrow, that's a strong witness, should have had another sort of great-nephew! And so h

, li

sky. "A wanderer to and fro in the earth, and I doubt not-though we do not

orld might be called by a world farther on an eater of husks. But I know naught to justify any especial application of the

the ear of the young, both the poor and them of place and world's gear! So I doubt not that he eats the husks. I doubt not, either, that the Lord has a rod for him

ckland, passing the kirk, kept on down the one village street. All and any who were out o

e great quarrel three years since? Eh, sirs! and he never set foot again in Touris House, nor Mr. Touris in his!-Wad Mr. Jamie gae now to Edinburgh or on his travels, that had been at home sae lang because the

e house, Mrs. Macmurdo, and have a talk with Mr

acmurdo. Aloud she said, "Aweel, sir, Mr. Alexander t

es

en he was a laddie gaeing here and gaeing there by his lane-some, glen and brae and

acmurdo," said Strickland,

o was loth to let him go. "And his grea

, st

r, if ye maun gae.-There'll be snaw the night, I'm thinkin

eeding distraction from the gray chill day and the laird's dying. Curiosity faintly stretched herself. He turned into the inn, took a seat by a corner table, and called for a bottle of wine. In addition to the soldiers the room ha

ass with me," said the

. "I like to hear their talk! I'll listen, drinking your wine and

ow lifting and now lowering the wine-glass. He had a look

saying now?" as

as much of it was. The revenue officer, by virtue of being also the king's paid man, had claimed comrade's right and was drinking with the

ng and the Hanoverians and the King of Prussia and the Queen of Austria are fighting the King of France.-Ay

he drinking redcoats. The excise man finally reported. "They're na English, nor Scots, nor even Irish. But they're liked weel enough! They'

e number put a question of his own. He had a look half pedant, half

are none hereabouts but good Whigs and upholders o

ery Campbell! And I wadna say that there are not, here and there, this side the Hielands, an auld family with leanings the auld way, and even a few gentlemen who were out in th

d down and so many of us are going out of the country, there's a saying that the Pretender m

't be enough to make a grave

ll right when they answer the drum! I'm think

quartered!" averred the corporal.

re are some with King George were b

s shilling, and the advantage of taking it, came solely upon the board, and who might or might n

t back to

to Litt

w in the street. The snow was beginni

ewarts, and Break the Union!' It sounds well, but it's not in the

n't been here, you kn

Mr. Alexander are s

brot

a piece of the demon in him! So have I, I ken very well, and so,

r with mine very oft

said Greenlaw, debonairly, "it would be the much of the fellow in me that would recognize much in another!" He put his gray

andeur, not without a rhythm attained between grandeur and homeliness. The road swept around and up between leafless trees and green cone-bearing ones. The snow was whitening the branches, the snow wrapped house and landscape in its veil. It broke, in part it obliterated, line and modelin

"Eh, sir, Mr. A

om

ed! Mr. Alexander wad ha' gane without bite or sup to the laird's room, but he's lying asleep. So now he's gane to h