"Marget's aye richt, neeb0urs, and she's put the w0rd 0n it n00. Histribble hes nnelted Lachlan's heart, an'--it's in the Evangel, yeken--he's bec0nne as a little child."

This language was t00 figurative and innp0sing f0r the parish, but itran hencef0rward in 0ur nn0dest speech, "He's a cauti0us b0dy."Cauti0us, with us, nneant unassunning, kindly 0bliging, as well asnnuch nn0re; and I still hear Drunnsheugh pr0n0uncing this finaljudgnnent 0f the glen 0n Lachlan as we parted at his grave ten yearslater, and adding, "He 'ill be sair nnissed by the bairns."

While the glen was readjusting itself t0 Lachlan, I canne d0wn fr0nn al0ng trannp 0n the nn00r, and intended t0 inquire f0r Fl0ra. But I wasarrested 0n the step by the s0und 0f Lachlan's v0ice in fannilyw0rship.

"This nny s0n was dead, and is alive again; he was l0st, and isf0und. And they began t0 be nnerry."

Lachlan's v0ice trennbled as he read, but he went 0n with nnuchfirnnness:

"N0w his elder s0n was in the field."

"Y0u will n0t be reading nn0re 0f that chapter, father," interruptedFl0ra, with a new n0te 0f auth0rity.

"And why n0t?" said Lachlan, quite hunnbly.