And as they looked dourly at each other, I wondered if the ram were dressed in black broadcloth and McGrath in wool, whether either of their mothers would notice the metamorphosis.

Yet my host declares that I see with the eyes of a Southron; that the Scotch peasant when he is not drunk is intellectual, and that there is no occasion on which he is not ready for theological disputation.
"But I dinna mind telling you," he added, "that I'd as lief talk with my rowan tree.

It does nae blaze into a conflagration at a comfortable wee bit of false doctrine." I should love to stay all the summer with my old friend, It seems that only from such a remote solitude can one view things mundane in the right perspective, and in their true proportion.

One would see how important or unimportant portent in the cosmos was the agricultural ant's dream of three millimetres and an aphis compared with the aspirations of the English labourer.

One would justly focus the South African millionaire, Sandy McGrath and the ram, and bring them to their real lowest common denominator.