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OLD MORTALITY.
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CHAPTER IX.
What tragic tears bedim the eye!
What deaths we suffer ere we die!
Our broken friendships we deplore,
And loves of youth that are no more.
Logan.
What deaths we suffer ere we die!
Our broken friendships we deplore,
And loves of youth that are no more.
Logan.
Cuddie soon returned, assuring the stranger, with a cheerful voice, "that the horse was properly suppered up, and that the gude-wife should make a bed up for him at the house, mair purpose-like and comfortable than the like o' them could gi'e him."
"Are the family at the house?" said the stranger, with an interrupted and broken voice.
"No, stir; they're awa' wi' a' the servants—they keep only twa now-a-days, and my gude-wife, there, has the keys
