Note 1. The word “ticket” was still spelt “etiquette.”
Note 2. These exact expressions are quoted in Whitefield’s sermons.
Chapter Four.
Things begin to happen.
“The untrue liveth only in the heart
Of vain humanity, which fain would be
Its own poor centre and circumference.”
Rev. Horatius Bonar, D.D.
This afternoon I went up the Scar by myself. First I climbed right to the top, and after looking round a little, as I always like to do on the top of a mountain, I went down a few yards to the flat bit where the old Roman wall runs, and sat down on the grass just above. It was a lovely day. I had not an idea that any one was near the place but myself, and I was just going to sing, when to my surprise I heard a voice on the other side of the Roman wall. It was Angus Drummond’s.
“Duncan Keith, why don’t you say something?” He broke out suddenly, in a petulant tone—rather the tone of a child who knows it has been naughty, and wants to get the scolding over which it feels sure is coming some time.