“Ay, ay--ye understand now where the difficulty lies. Language? he has ways o’ his ain wad banish a’ thae sort o’ worricows as far as the hindermost parts of Gideon” (meaning possibly Midian), “as Mr. Blattergowl says--only ane widna be uncivil to ane’s forbear, though he be a ghaist. I am sure I will try that receipt of yours, brother, that ye showed me in a book, if onybody is to sleep in that room again, though I think, in Christian charity, ye should rather fit up the matted-room--it’s a wee damp and dark, to be sure, but then we hae sae seldom occasion for a spare bed.” “No, no, sister;--dampness and darkness are worse than spectres--ours are spirits of light, and I would rather have you try the spell.” “I will do that blythely, Monkbarns, an I had the ingredients, as my cookery book ca’s them--There was vervain and dill--I mind that--Davie Dibble will ken about them, though, maybe, he’ll gie them Latin names--and Peppercorn, we hae walth o’ them, for”-- “Hypericon, thou foolish woman!” thundered Oldbuck; “d’ye suppose you’re making a haggis--or do you think that a spirit, though he be formed of air, can be expelled by a receipt against wind?--This wise Grizel of mine, Mr. Lovel, recollects (with what accuracy you may judge) a charm which I once mentioned to her, and which, happening to hit her superstitious noddle, she remembers better than anything tending to a useful purpose, I may chance to have said for this ten years. But many an old woman besides herself”-- “Auld woman, Monkbarns!” said Miss Oldbuck, roused something above her usual submissive tone; “ye really are less than civil to me.” “Not less than just, Grizel: however, I include in the same class many a sounding name, from Jamblichus down to Aubrey, who have wasted their time in devising imaginary remedies for non-existing diseases.--But I hope, my young friend, that, charmed or uncharmed--secured by the potency of Hypericon, With vervain and with dill, That hinder witches of their will, or left disarmed and defenceless to the inroads of the invisible world, you will give another night to the terrors of the haunted apartment, and another day to your faithful and feal friends.” “I heartily wish I could, but”-- “Nay, but me no buts--I have set my heart upon it.” “I am greatly obliged, my dear sir, but”-- “Look ye there, now--but again!--I hate but; I know no form of expression in which he can appear, that is amiable, excepting as a butt of sack. But is to me a more detestable combination of letters than no itself.No is a surly, honest fellow--speaks his mind rough and round at once. But is a sneaking, evasive, half-bred, exceptuous sort of a conjunction, which comes to pull away the cup just when it is at your lips-- --it does allay The good precedent--fie upon but yet! But yet is as a jailor to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor.”