[Old Mortality Complete, Illustrated by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookOld Mortality Complete, Illustrated CHAPTER VIII 15/17
And if it was accounted a backsliding even in godly Hezekiah, that he complied with Sennacherib, giving him money, and offering to bear that which was put upon him, (see the saame Second Kings, aughteen chapter, fourteen and feifteen verses,) even so it is with them that in this contumacious and backsliding generation pays localities and fees, and cess and fines, to greedy and unrighteous publicans, and extortions and stipends to hireling curates, (dumb dogs which bark not, sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber,) and gives gifts to be helps and hires to our oppressors and destroyers.
They are all like the casters of a lot with them--like the preparing of a table for the troop, and the furnishing a drink-offering to the number." "There's a fine sound of doctrine for you, Mr Morton! How like you that ?" said Bothwell; "or how do you think the Council will like it? I think we can carry the greatest part of it in our heads without a kylevine pen and a pair of tablets, such as you bring to conventicles.
She denies paying cess, I think, Andrews ?" "Yes, by G--," said Andrews; "and she swore it was a sin to give a trooper a pot of ale, or ask him to sit down to a table." "You hear," said Bothwell, addressing Milnwood; "but it's your own affair;" and he proffered back the purse with its diminished contents, with an air of indifference. Milnwood, whose head seemed stunned by the accumulation of his misfortunes, extended his hand mechanically to take the purse. "Are ye mad ?" said his housekeeper, in a whisper; "tell them to keep it;--they will keep it either by fair means or foul, and it's our only chance to make them quiet." "I canna do it, Ailie--I canna do it," said Milnwood, in the bitterness of his heart.
"I canna part wi' the siller I hae counted sae often ower, to thae blackguards." "Then I maun do it mysell, Milnwood," said the housekeeper, "or see a' gang wrang thegither .-- My master, sir," she said, addressing Bothwell, "canna think o' taking back ony thing at the hand of an honourable gentleman like you; he implores ye to pit up the siller, and be as kind to his nephew as ye can, and be favourable in reporting our dispositions to government, and let us tak nae wrang for the daft speeches of an auld jaud," (here she turned fiercely upon Mause, to indulge herself for the effort which it cost her to assume a mild demeanour to the soldiers,) "a daft auld whig randy, that ne'er was in the house (foul fa' her) till yesterday afternoon, and that sall ne'er cross the door-stane again an anes I had her out o't." "Ay, ay," whispered Cuddie to his parent, "e'en sae! I kend we wad be put to our travels again whene'er ye suld get three words spoken to an end.
I was sure that wad be the upshot o't, mither." "Whisht, my bairn," said she, "and dinna murmur at the cross--cross their door-stane! weel I wot I'll ne'er cross their door-stane.
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