That ye ken weel eneuch.

I was only pityin' the worn face o' him, leukin up there atween the buirds, as gin he had gotten what he wanted sae lang, and was thankin' heaven for that same.

I jist dinna like to pit the lid ower him." "Hoot! hoot! Lat the Lord luik efter his ain.

The lid o' the coffin disna hide frae his een." The last speaker was a stout, broad-shouldered man, a stonemason by trade, powerful, and somewhat asthmatic.

He was regarded in the neighbourhood as a very religious man, but was more respected than liked, because his forte was rebuke.