"He makes mair songs than he listens to sermons! Jarvis Barrow, that's a strong witness, should have had another sort of great-nephew! And so he that will be laird comes home to-morrow?
It's little that he has been at home of late years." "Yes, little." The manse with the kirk beyond rose before them, drawn against the pallid sky.

"A wanderer to and fro in the earth, and I doubt not--though we do not hear much of it--an eater of husks!--Will you not come in, Mr.Strickland ?" "Another time, Mr.M'Nab.

I've an errand in the village .-- Touching Alexander Jardine.

I suppose that the whole sense-bound world might be called by a world farther on an eater of husks.

But I know naught to justify any especial application of the phrase to him.