We have felt and kenned that in Scotland, sairly.

I'm no freend to persecution, in ony shape.
But, as to this chiel, I ken naething aboot him, but that he is a gude buttanist.

Hout, your honor, to be sure I'll gi'e him a fair wage for his skeel and labor." Malcomson, who was what we have often met, a pedant gardener, saw, however, that the squire's mind was disturbed.

In the short conversation which they had, he spoke abruptly, and with a flushed countenance; but he was too shrewd to ask him why he seemed so.

It was not, he knew, his business to do so; and as the squire left the garden, to pass into the house, he looked after him, and exclaimed to himself, "my certie, there's a bee in that man's bonnet." On going to the drawing-room, the squire found Mr.Brown there, and Helen in tears.
"How!" he exclaimed, "what is this?
Helen crying! Why, what's the matter, my child?
Brown, have you been scolding her, or reading her a homily to teach her repentance.