I like as ill to be coontit a hypocrite as gien I war ane." "Ye can bide an' hae worship wi' 's, gien ye tak the buik yersel'." "I canna lead whaur 's nane to follow.

Na; I'll du better on the muir my lane." But the gudewife was a religions woman after her fashion--who can be after any one else's?
She came with a bible in her hand, and silently laid it on the table.

Donal had never yet prayed aloud except in a murmur by himself on the hill, but, thus invited, could not refuse.

He read a psalm of trouble, breaking into hope at the close, then spoke as follows:-- "Freens, I'm but yoong, as ye see, an' never afore daured open my moo i' sic fashion, but it comes to me to speyk, an' wi' yer leave speyk I wull.

I canna help thinkin' the gudeman 's i' some trible--siclike, maybe, as King Dawvid whan he made the psalm I hae been readin' i' yer hearin'.