"I canna pray," said he.
"But ye maun do't, Jamie," said the woman.
"Weel, if I maun do't, I maun do't, but I haena muckle to say," said Jamie.
Being placed beside the dying woman, the poacher, with thoughts more intent upon hares than prayers, said "O Lord, thou kens best Thyself how the case stands between Thee and auld Eppie: but sin' ye hae baith the haft and the blade in your ain hand, just guide the gully as best suits Thy ain glory and her guid. Amen!"
Could a bishop have said more in as few words?
Broader than He was Long
Mr. Dale, whose portrait figures in Kay, was very short in stature, and also very stout.
Having mentioned to a friend one day that "he had slipped on the ice, and fallen all his length"—
"Be thankful, sir," was the consolatory and apt reply, "that it was not all your breadth!"