Do you think, Dr.
Hamilton, that the mind is as imperfect as the body?
In short, is it not likely that the poor child may turn out to be an idiot ?" "I do not know; and it will be almost impossible to judge for months yet." "But, idiot or not," cried Mr.Menteith--a regular old Tory, who clung with true conservative veneration to the noble race which he, his father, and grandfather had served faithfully for a century and more -- -"idiot or not, the boy is undoubtedly Earl of Cairnforth." "Poor child!" The gentlemen then sat down and thoroughly discussed the whole matter, finally deciding that, until things appeared somewhat plainer, it was advisable to keep the earl's condition as much as possible from the world in general, and more especially from his own kindred.

The Bruces, who lived abroad, would, it was naturally to be concluded--or Mr.
Menteith, who had a lawyer's slender faith in human nature, believed so -- would pounce down, like eagles upon a wounded lamb, the instant they heard what a slender thread of life hung between them and these great possessions.
Under such circumstances, for the infant to be left unprotected in the solitudes of Loch Beg was very unadvisable; and, besides, it was the guardian's duty to see that every aid which medical skill and surgical science could procure was supplied to a child so afflicted, and upon whose life so much depended.

He therefore proposed and Dr.Hamilton agreed, that immediately after the funeral the little earl should be taken to Edinburg, and placed in the house of the latter, to remain there a year or two, or so long as might be necessary.
Janet Campbell was called in, and expressed herself willing to take her share--no small one--in the responsibility of this plan, if the minister would see to her "ain bairn;" that was, if the minister really thought the scheme a wise one.
"The minister's opinion seems to carry great weight here," said Dr.
Hamilton, smiling.
And it was so; not merely because of his being a minister, but because, with all his gentle, unassuming ways, he had an excellent judgment-- the clear, sound, unbiased judgment which no man can ever attain to except a man who thinks little of himself; to whom his own honor and glory come ever second, and his Master's glory and service first.
Therefore, both as a man and a minister, Mr.Cardross was equally and wholly reliable: charitable, because he felt his own infirmities; placing himself at no higher level than his neighbor, he was always calmly and scrupulously just.

Though a learned, he was not exactly a clever man: probably his sermons, preached every Sunday for the last ten years in Cairnforth Kirk, were neither better nor worse than the generality of country sermons; but that matters little.

He was a wise man and a good man, and all his parishioners, scattered over a parish of fourteen Scotch miles, deeply and dearly loved him.
"I think," said Mr.Cardross, "that this plan has many advantages, and is, under the circumstances, the best that could have been devised.
True, I should like to have had the poor babe under my own eye and my wife's, that we might try to requite in some degree the many kindnesses we have received from his poor father and mother; but he will be better off in Edinburg.