Howsoever, I hope I had more sense than to let this be seen, so I said to him, "Ou, if that be a', Mungo, ye'll soon come to like us a' well enough.

Ye should take a stout heart, man; and when your prenticeship's done, ye'll gang hame and set up for a great man, making coats for all the lords and lairds in broad Lammermoor." "Na, na," answered the callant with a trembling voice, which mostly made my heart swell to my mouth, and brought the tear to my eye, "I'll never see the end of my prenticeship, nor Lammermoor again." "Hout touts, man," quo' I, "never speak in that sort o' way; it's distrustfu' and hurtful.

Live in hope, though we should die in despair.
When ye go home again, ye'll be as happy as ever." "Eh, na--never, never, even though I was to gang hame the morn.

I'll never be as I was before.

I lived and lived on, never thinking that such days were to come to an end--but now I find it can, and must be otherwise.