Just before it happened we were reading in the Bible-class about Samson--how the spirit of the Lord came upon him, and with the jaw-bone of an ass he slew ever so many of the Philistines; and when the master said that bad word about you, it seemed as if the spirit of the Lord came upon me; for I was not in a rage, but filled with what seemed a holy indignation; and as I had no ass's jaw-bone handy, I took my Caesar, and flung it as hard and as straight, as I could in the master's face.

But I am not so sure about it now." "Tak ye nae thoucht anent it, Cosmo, my bairn," said the old woman, taking up the word; "it's no a hair ayont what he deserved 'at daured put sic a word to the best man in a' the country.

By the han' o' a babe, as he did Goliah o' Gath, heth the Lord rebuked the enemy .-- The Lord himsel' 's upo' your side, laird, to gie ye siccan a brave son." "I never kent him lift his han' afore," said the laird, as if he would fain mitigate judgment on youthful indiscretion,--"excep' it was to the Kirkmalloch bull, when he ran at him an' me as gien he wad hae pitcht 's ower the wa' o' the warl'." "The mair like it WAS the speerit o' the Lord, as the bairn himsel' was jaloosin," remarked Grannie, in a tone of confidence to which the laird was ready enough to yield;--"an' whaur the speerit o' the Lord is, there's leeberty," she added, thinking less of the suitableness of the quotation, than of the aptness of words in it.
Glenwarlock stooped and kissed the face of his son, and went to fetch the doctor.

Before he returned, Cosmo was asleep again.

The doctor would not have him waked.