It might tak the form of a MORTIS CAUSA donation in the young leddie's favour, and wad cost but the scrape of a pen to mak it out.' 'The young lady,' said Fergus, 'should such an event happen, will have other matters to think of than these wretched louis d'or.' 'True--undeniable--there 's nae doubt o' that; but your honour kens that a full sorrow'-- 'Is endurable by most folk more easily than a hungry one ?--True, Bailie, very true; and I believe there may even be some who would be consoled by such a reflection for the loss of the whole existing generation.
But there is a sorrow which knows neither hunger nor thirst; and poor Flora'-- He paused, and the whole company sympathized in his emotion.
The Baron's thoughts naturally reverted to the unprotected state of his daughter, and the big tear came to the veteran's eye.

'If I fall, Macwheeble; you have all my papers, and know all my affairs; be just to Rose.' The Bailie was a man of earthly mould, after all; a good deal of dirt and dress about him, undoubtedly, but some kindly and just feelings he had, especially where the Baron or his young mistress were concerned.

He set up a lamentable howl.

'If that doleful day should come, while Duncan Macwheeble had a boddle, it should be Miss Rose's.

He wald scroll for a plack the sheet, or she kenn'd what it was to want; if indeed a' the bonnie baronie o' Bradwardine and Tully-Veolan, with the fortalice and manor-place thereof (he kept sobbing and whining at every pause), tofts, crofts, mosses, muirs--outfield, infield--buildings--orchards--dovecots--with the right of net and coble in the water and loch of Veolan--teinds, parsonage and vicarage--annexis, connexis--rights of pasturage--fuel, feal, and divot--parts, pendicles, and pertinents whatsoever--( here he had recourse to the end of his long cravat to wipe his eyes, which overflowed in spite of him, at the ideas which this technical jargon conjured up)--all as more fully described in the proper evidents and titles thereof--and lying within the parish of Bradwardine, and the shire of Perth--if, as aforesaid, they must a' pass from my master's child to Inch-Grabbit, wha's a Whig and a Hanoverian, and be managed by his doer, Jamie Howie, wha's no fit to be a birlieman, let be a bailie'-- The beginning of this lamentation really had something affecting, but the conclusion rendered laughter irresistible.