Oh, but Jeanie Grahame, the dochter, was a dear, sweet bonny lassie! I was half in love wi’ her mysell; and that is muckle for a douce married man to confess. Her behaviour to her parents, during all the time of their backgoing and misfortunes, was most pattern like, a sight to see as guid' as a sermon to hear.—She was the very heart and soul o’their howshold, and seemed to shed a glint of true pleasure oure the hame of honest poverty. Educated to the best o’ the means that even the most prosperous days allowed them, she submitted to every accumulating little want without a murmur. Still she was the same innecent, contented, cheerfu’ lassie; still she was the light o’ her father’s ee, the pride o’ her mother’s heart. With them beside her, she seemed to fear nae evil, and to despise every hardship: her duty seemed aboon a’. She soothed all their misfortunes,—checked all their vain repinings,—cheered them with the smiles o’ her sweet face,—and seemed ane that, to a strauger, had nae cause for tears in this world; but, for a’ that, she sometimes grat to hersell in secret.
Auld Robin Gray, the Laird of Stanedykes I mind him weil. He was a tall, lour-shouthered earle, a guid way up in his sixties at the time; wi’ strong, hard-set features, and a brown, three-storey wig. His face was remarkable for naething but his rough, bushey
