That Goliath is so big and strong, the little man will never stand a chance against him if he on his wrong side.

There was an art exhibition on in the town hall.

“There’s a ‘Dumbie’ here that canna speak,” he said, “but nocht will serve him but he maun hae a twa-three words wi’ your Lordship! It’s aboot the killin’ o’ Muckle Sandy Ewan, I’m thinkin’!” […] Without rising from his friend’s knee, the Dumbie scattered a handful of something resembling white furry willow leaves in the direction of the bar and the jury-box.

and in their choice preferring the gay rankneſs of Apuleius, Arnobius, or any modern Suſtianiſt, before the native Latiniſms of Cicero.