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Saunders Fyfe,
and portion o' your ain ? and mare betoken , that ' s the self-same « TCCII knowe , on which I sat fifty years syne , looking into thc sweet face o ' bourne Alanon Logan , whan she was a bit wee lassie , wha took an innocent pride in dressing a thorn bush wi' gowans pu'd frae the lea , where I can fancy them still growin' in a' their native loveliness . For ye maun ken , sir , that there has been nae alteration here , pleugh has nae riven harrow crossedthe
, nor ever , Fairy Knowe since that day , although mony a sad change has taken place elsewhere ; but time itsel seems to hae forgotten to lay its cauld hand on the warm sunny brae where ATarion Logan sat beside me ancl pu'd the gowans . " I saw that the old man had struck upon the leading chord of his heart-strings , which awakened in my own breast a lively ' sympathy , ancl a keen desire to learn somewhat of himselfand of that Marion
more , Logan , the mention of whose name made a solitary tear wend its way down one of the deepest furrows on the care-worn , weather-beaten cheek of honest Saunders Fyfe ; and , pulling out my little brandy flask , I presented him with a portion of its contents , requesting , at the same time , that he would endeavour to trace out the reality of that beino- ' s life , in as far as it had been connected with his own fate ancl fortune . " " Ah ! sir" resumed he" it ' langlang storyand ill able to
, , s a , , I ' m teii t the noo , my heart ' s ower grit for sic a sad task ; but it has a blythe beginning , and it may be I'll gather fortitude sufficient to gie ye an inklin' o' Afarion ' s love an' my ain misfortunes , till the time I have met wi you here , where I least wished or expeckit to see ony body sittin ' but mysel .
"David Logan i' the mill had . for mony a kiit- * year , been oor maist particular fnen' and next door neighbour , which " made the intercourse o the twa families a daily , if no an hourly occurrence , in the midst o ' which Alanon an' I grew up side by side , until oor love waxed strong wi oor years : an' weel do I mind hoo it furst burst frae my heart in a gush o' gladsome tears that couldna' be restrained . It was ae afternoon 1 ' the heat o' simmer , whan oor licht hearts had grown wearie o ' abootthat sat oorsels
rampm , we down on a corner o' nature ' s ain green carpet , an' thocht that the hail warld had been made for the pleasure o " us twasome only ; little did we then ken , an' never did we think ony thing o' the dark and dangerous vis-cis-itudes that we had to encounter in oor journey through the thorny paths o' life ' s dreary wilderness ; but there we sat as free an' thochtless o' things to come , as Alarion hersel was bonny , blythe , and innocent . The boundless blue sky was spread far ' wide aboon heads ancl
an our , as pure motionless as the bosom o a calm , clear simmer sea , wi' a solitary white cloud sailiii" - i ' the middle d immensity , an' looking by a' the warld like the dwellingplace o some happy fairy , or mair like the very yett o' heaven itsel , where a blythe wee laverock was singing its sweet sang o' praise at the threshold , m sic happy strains o'joyfu' gladness , that it made my heart thaw in my breast , an gush frae my een in a flood o' love an' oratitude , which maist turned my brain to madness , in the wild whirlpool o' bewildered feeling . Even at this day—whan my haffets are sae sair fa ' en in
an wrunkfed , my hair thm an' grey as a goose wing , an' the low ebbtide o my bluul fast approaching—I ne ' er can think o' that hour o' bliss but it malts my heart sair , an' my head grow as light ' s a feather . But what for should I vex mysel , or you either , by vain endeavours to draw aside the thick veil that time , in his progress , has ereckit , between that bright moment o' bliss an' this dark hour o' sorrow an' bereavement .
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Saunders Fyfe,
and portion o' your ain ? and mare betoken , that ' s the self-same « TCCII knowe , on which I sat fifty years syne , looking into thc sweet face o ' bourne Alanon Logan , whan she was a bit wee lassie , wha took an innocent pride in dressing a thorn bush wi' gowans pu'd frae the lea , where I can fancy them still growin' in a' their native loveliness . For ye maun ken , sir , that there has been nae alteration here , pleugh has nae riven harrow crossedthe
, nor ever , Fairy Knowe since that day , although mony a sad change has taken place elsewhere ; but time itsel seems to hae forgotten to lay its cauld hand on the warm sunny brae where ATarion Logan sat beside me ancl pu'd the gowans . " I saw that the old man had struck upon the leading chord of his heart-strings , which awakened in my own breast a lively ' sympathy , ancl a keen desire to learn somewhat of himselfand of that Marion
more , Logan , the mention of whose name made a solitary tear wend its way down one of the deepest furrows on the care-worn , weather-beaten cheek of honest Saunders Fyfe ; and , pulling out my little brandy flask , I presented him with a portion of its contents , requesting , at the same time , that he would endeavour to trace out the reality of that beino- ' s life , in as far as it had been connected with his own fate ancl fortune . " " Ah ! sir" resumed he" it ' langlang storyand ill able to
, , s a , , I ' m teii t the noo , my heart ' s ower grit for sic a sad task ; but it has a blythe beginning , and it may be I'll gather fortitude sufficient to gie ye an inklin' o' Afarion ' s love an' my ain misfortunes , till the time I have met wi you here , where I least wished or expeckit to see ony body sittin ' but mysel .
"David Logan i' the mill had . for mony a kiit- * year , been oor maist particular fnen' and next door neighbour , which " made the intercourse o the twa families a daily , if no an hourly occurrence , in the midst o ' which Alanon an' I grew up side by side , until oor love waxed strong wi oor years : an' weel do I mind hoo it furst burst frae my heart in a gush o' gladsome tears that couldna' be restrained . It was ae afternoon 1 ' the heat o' simmer , whan oor licht hearts had grown wearie o ' abootthat sat oorsels
rampm , we down on a corner o' nature ' s ain green carpet , an' thocht that the hail warld had been made for the pleasure o " us twasome only ; little did we then ken , an' never did we think ony thing o' the dark and dangerous vis-cis-itudes that we had to encounter in oor journey through the thorny paths o' life ' s dreary wilderness ; but there we sat as free an' thochtless o' things to come , as Alarion hersel was bonny , blythe , and innocent . The boundless blue sky was spread far ' wide aboon heads ancl
an our , as pure motionless as the bosom o a calm , clear simmer sea , wi' a solitary white cloud sailiii" - i ' the middle d immensity , an' looking by a' the warld like the dwellingplace o some happy fairy , or mair like the very yett o' heaven itsel , where a blythe wee laverock was singing its sweet sang o' praise at the threshold , m sic happy strains o'joyfu' gladness , that it made my heart thaw in my breast , an gush frae my een in a flood o' love an' oratitude , which maist turned my brain to madness , in the wild whirlpool o' bewildered feeling . Even at this day—whan my haffets are sae sair fa ' en in
an wrunkfed , my hair thm an' grey as a goose wing , an' the low ebbtide o my bluul fast approaching—I ne ' er can think o' that hour o' bliss but it malts my heart sair , an' my head grow as light ' s a feather . But what for should I vex mysel , or you either , by vain endeavours to draw aside the thick veil that time , in his progress , has ereckit , between that bright moment o' bliss an' this dark hour o' sorrow an' bereavement .