Ah, David, what with the flute and the pen, banishment was no pain to thee!...

He placed the papers, save that one, in my hands, and I, womanlike, asked again for all.

"Some day," said he, "come, and I will read it to you.
Nay, I will give you a taste of it now," he added, as he brought forth the writing.

"Thus it reads." Here are thy words, Davy.

What think thee of them now?
"As I dwell in this house I know Soolsby as I never knew him when he lived, and though, up here, I spent many an hour with him.