"An abiding city seems hardly necessary to pilgrims and strangers! I fell asleep once on the top of Glashgar: when I woke the sun was looking over the edge of the horizon.

I rose and gazed about me as if I were but that moment created.

If God had called me, I should hardly have been astonished." "Or frightened ?" asked the minister.
"No, sir; why should a man fear the presence of his saviour ?" "You said God!" answered the minister.
"God is my saviour! Into his presence it is my desire to come." "Under shelter of the atonement," supplemented the minister.
"Gien ye mean by that, sir," cried Donal, forgetting his English, "onything to come 'atween my God an' me, I'll ha'e nane o' 't.

I'll hae naething hide me frae him wha made me! I wadna hide a thoucht frae him.

The waur it is, the mair need he see't." "What book is that you are reading ?" asked the minister sharply.