The gayest troller of ballads?
Why, who but Harry Gow?
The best wrestler, sword and buckler player, the king of the weapon shawing, the breaker of mad horses, the tamer of wild Highlandmen?
Evermore it is thee--thee--no one but thee.

And shall Catharine prefer yonder slip of a Highland boy to thee?
Pshaw! she might as well make a steel gauntlet out of kid's leather.

I tell thee, Conachar is nothing to her, but so far as she would fain prevent the devil having his due of him, as of other Highlandmen.

God bless her, poor thing, she would bring all mankind to better thoughts if she could." "In which she will fail to a certainty," said the smith, who, as the reader may have noticed, had no goodwill to the Highland race.

"I will wager on Old Nick, of whom I should know something, he being indeed a worker in the same element with myself, against Catharine on that debate: the devil will have the tartan, that is sure enough." "Ay, but Catharine," replied the glover, "hath a second thou knowest little of: Father Clement has taken the young reiver in hand, and he fears a hundred devils as little as I do a flock of geese." "Father Clement!" said the smith.