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12 time, and that if I held to that doctrine in poopit, it would na he lang till I would work change.—"I was mindit," quoth he," never set my foot within the kirk door while you we there; but to testify, and no to condemn  a trial, I'll be there next Lord's day, and egg n neighbours to be likewise, so ye'll no have  preach just to the bare walls and the laird's family

I have now to speak of the coming of Malcolm. She was the widow of a Clyde sh master, that was lost at sea with his vessel. S was a genty body, calm and methodical. morning to night she sat at her wheel the finest lint, which suited well with her p hands. She never changed her widow's and she was aye as if she had just been ta'en  of a band-box. The tear was often in her when the bairns were at the school; but when came home, her spirit was lighted up with gla ness, although, poor woman, she had many a ti very little to give them. They were, wonderful bred things, and took with whatever she set before them, for they knew their father, the breadwinner, was away, and she had to work sore for their bit and drap. dare say, the only vexation that ever she had any of them, on their own account, was wh Charlie, the eldest laddie, had won fourpence pitch and toss at the school, which he brought {{reconstruct|home}] with a proud heart to his mother. I happened be daunrin' bye at the time, and just looked in the door to say gude night: It was a sad There was she sitting with tile silent tear on h