It strikes me that quite three-fourths of the shops of Inverness are devoted to the sale of articles of Highland costume. Their fronts are hidden by hangings of tartan cloth; the windows are decked with sporrans, dirks, cairngorm plaid-brooches, ram's head snuff[-]boxes, bullocks' horns and skean dhus.

`[B]ut I knew you'd lie till the crack of doom unless I found you out openly.'

With what astoundment would ye, if ye were alive with your merely human perfections, listen to the creed of our, so called, rational religionists!

To Hymen's bower young Cupid came, And each with each was quite delighted; Love shot his dart of surest aim, And Hymen's brightest torch was lighted.