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so easily touched to fine issues, so leal, so true ! Ah ! 

 you suit me, Scotia, and proud am I that I am youi 

 son. 



We stopped at Gretna Green, of course, and walked 

 to the site of the famous blacksmith-shop where so 

 many romantic pairs have been duly joined in the holy 

 bonds of wedlock. A wee laddie acted as guide, and 

 from him we had our first real broad Scotch. His 

 dialect was perfect. He brought " wee Davie " to mind 

 at once. I offered him a shilling if he could " screed 

 me aff effectual calling." He knew his catechism, but 

 he could not understand it. Never mind that, Davie, 

 that is another matter. Older heads than yours have 

 bothered over that doctrine and never got to the bot- 

 tom of it. Besides there will be a " revised edition " of 

 that before you are a man. Just you let it alone ; it is 

 the understanding of that and some other dogmas of 

 poor ignorant man's invention that thin the churches of 

 men who think and " make of sweet religion a rhapsody 

 of words." "But do you ken Burns?" "Aye," said 

 Davie, " I ken * A man's a man for a' that,' and * Auld 

 Lang Syne.' " " Good for you, Davie, there's another 

 shilling. Good-bye ! But I say, Davie, if you can't 

 possibly remember all three of these pieces, don't let it 

 be ' A man's a man for a' that ' that you forget, for 

 Scotchmen will need to remember that one of these 

 days when we begin to set things to rights in earnest 

 and demand the same privileges for prince, peer, and 



