Think how, at such a moment, they will look on the old glover of Perth, to whom the chief was so long apprentice! Come--come, old friend, you have erred in this.

You are in over great haste to worship the rising sun, while his beams are yet level with the horizon.

Come thou when he has climbed higher in the heavens, and thou shalt have thy share of the warmth of his noonday height." "Niel Booshalloch," said the glover, "we have been old friends, as thou say'st; and as I think thee a true one, I will speak to thee freely, though what I say might be perilous if spoken to others of thy clan.
Thou think'st I come hither to make my own profit of thy young chief, and it is natural thou shouldst think so.

But I would not, at my years, quit my own chimney corner in Curfew Street to bask me in the beams of the brightest sun that ever shone upon Highland heather.

The very truth is, I come hither in extremity: my foes have the advantage of me, and have laid things to my charge whereof I am incapable, even in thought.
Nevertheless, doom is like to go forth against me, and there is no remedy but that I must up and fly, or remain and perish.