Then no later by than yesterday there was one of our Stewart lads carried to the Castle.
What for?
I ken fine: Act of 1736: recruiting for King Lewie.

And you'll see, he'll whistle me in to be his lawyer, and there'll be another black mark on my chara'ter! I tell you fair: if I but kent the heid of a Hebrew word from the hurdies of it be dammed but I would fling the whole thing up and turn minister!" "It's rather a hard position," said I.
"Dooms hard!" cries he.

"And that's what makes me think so much of ye--you that's no Stewart--to stick your head so deep in Stewart business.

And for what, I do not know; unless it was the sense of duty." "I hope it will be that," said I.
"Well," says he, "it's a grand quality.

But here is my clerk back; and, by your leave, we'll pick a bit of dinner, all the three of us.