Since it is wasting time to show thee the light that thou chafest against, yet listen to that which I have to say touching thy daughter, whose temporal felicity, though I weigh it not even for an instant in the scale against that which is spiritual, is, nevertheless, in its order, as dear to Clement Blair as to her own father." The tears stood in the old man's eyes as he spoke, and Simon Glover was in some degree mollified as he again addressed him.
"One would think thee, Father Clement, the kindest and most amiable of men; how comes it, then, that thy steps are haunted by general ill will wherever thou chancest to turn them?
I could lay my life thou hast contrived already to offend yonder half score of poor friars in their water girdled cage, and that you have been prohibited from attendance on the funeral ?" "Even so, my son," said the Carthusian, "and I doubt whether their malice will suffer me to remain in this country.

I did but speak a few sentences about the superstition and folly of frequenting St.Fillan's church, to detect theft by means of his bell, of bathing mad patients in his pool, to cure their infirmity of mind; and lo! the persecutors have cast me forth of their communion, as they will speedily cast me out of this life." "Lo you there now," said the glover, "see what it is for a man that cannot take a warning! Well, Father Clement, men will not cast me forth unless it were as a companion of yours.

I pray you, therefore, tell me what you have to say of my daughter, and let us be less neighbours than we have been." "This, then, brother Simon, I have to acquaint you with.

This young chief, who is swoln with contemplation of his own power and glory, loves one thing better than it all, and that is thy daughter." "He, Conachar!" exclaimed Simon.

"My runagate apprentice look up to my daughter!" "Alas!" said Clement, "how close sits our worldly pride, even as ivy clings to the wall, and cannot be separated! Look up to thy daughter, good Simon?
Alas, no! The captain of Clan Quhele, great as he is, and greater as he soon expects to be, looks down to the daughter of the Perth burgess, and considers himself demeaned in doing so.