I'm sure I would rather they had
worried the primest wether in my faulds.--Come, man, forget and forgie.
I'm e'en as vexed as ye can be--But I am a bridegroom, ye see, and that
puts a' things out o' my head, I think. There's the marriage-dinner, or
gude part o't, that my twa brithers are bringing on a sled round by the
Riders' Slack, three goodly bucks as ever ran on Dallomlea, as the sang
says; they couldna come the straight road for the saft grund. I wad send
ye a bit venison, but ye wadna take it weel maybe, for Killbuck catched
it."
During this long speech, in which the good-natured Borderer endeavoured
to propitiate the offended Dwarf by every argument he could think of,
he heard him with his eyes bent on the ground, as if in the deepest
meditation, and at length broke forth--"Nature?--yes! it is indeed in
the usual beaten path of Nature. The strong gripe and throttle the weak;
the rich depress and despoil the needy; the happy (those who are idiots
enough to think themselves happy) insult the misery and diminish the
consolation of the wretched.
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