The last words seemed to strike on Tammy’s ear; who hiccuped out, “As I cam ower the Calton hill—”
“Will naebody stap a peat in that man’s hause?” exclaimed Matthew Henderson. “For ony sake, honest woman, tak him awa, or we’ll be keepit on the Calton hill the whole night.”
“Tak haud o’ me, Tammy,” said Robin; “I’ll gang hame wi’ ye.”
“I can gang mysel,” said Tammy, giving Robin a shove, and staggering towards the door.
“Gang yoursel!” cried Grizzy, as she followed her helpmate; “ye dinna look very like it:” and thus the party broke up—
And each went aff their separate way,
Resolved to meet anither day.
AUCHINDRANE; OR, THE AYRSHIRE TRAGEDY.
By Sir Walter Scott.
John Muir, or Mure, of Auchindrane, was a gentleman of an ancient family and good estate, in the west of Scotland, bold, ambitious, treacherous to the last degree, and utterly unconscientious,—a Richard the Third in private life, inaccessible alike to pity and remorse. His view was to raise the power and extend the grandeur of his own family. This gentleman had married the daughter of Thomas Kennedy of Barganie, who was, excepting the Earl of Cassilis, the most important person in all Carrick, the district of Ayrshire which he inhabited, and where the name of Kennedy held so great a sway as to give rise to the popular rhyme,—