Know you, Hamish, that the heart of the mother only lives in the bosom of the child." "Then will it soon cease to throb," said Hamish, "unless it can beat within a bosom that lies beneath the turf.

Mother, do not blame me.

If I weep, it is not for myself but for you; for my sufferings will soon be over, but yours--oh, who but Heaven shall set a boundary to them ?" Elspat shuddered and stepped backward, but almost instantly resumed her firm and upright position and her dauntless bearing.
"I thought thou wert a man but even now," she said, "and thou art again a child.

Hearken to me yet, and let us leave this place together.

Have I done thee wrong or injury?
if so, yet do not avenge it so cruelly.
See, Elspat MacTavish, who never kneeled before even to a priest, falls prostrate before her own son, and craves his forgiveness." And at once she threw herself on her knees before the young man, seized on his hand, and kissing it an hundred times, repeated as often, in heart-breaking accents, the most earnest entreaties for forgiveness.