I presume he felt nearer to her in the fields than in the house.

There was a kind of grandeur about him, I am sure; for I never saw one of his parishioners salute him in the road, without a look of my father himself passing like a solemn cloud over the face of the man or woman.

For us, we feared and loved him both at once.

I do not remember ever being punished by him, but Kirsty (of whom I shall have to speak by and by) has told me that he did punish us when we were very small children.

Neither did he teach us much himself, except on the occasions I am about to mention; and I cannot say that I learned much from his sermons.