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“I kenna wha should favour them,” said the grave-digger; “when they had
lands and power, they were ill guides of them baith, and now their
head’s down, there’s few care how lang they may be of lifting it
again.”
“Indeed!” said Ravenswood; “I never heard that this unhappy family
deserved ill-will at the hands of their country. I grant their poverty,
if that renders them contemptible.”
“It will gang a far way till’t” said the sexton of Hermitage, “ye may
tak my word for that; at least, I ken naething else that suld mak
myself contemptible, and folk are far frae respecting me as they wad do
if I lived in a twa-lofted sclated house. But as for the Ravenswoods, I
hae seen three generations of them, and deil ane to mend other.”
“I thought they had enjoyed a fair character in the country,” said
their descendant.
“Character! Ou, ye see, sir,” said the sexton, “as for the auld
gudesire body of a lord, I lived on his land when I was a swanking
young chield, and could hae blawn the trumpet wi’ ony body, for I had
wind eneugh then; and touching this trumpeter Marine that I have heard
play afore the lords of the circuit, I wad hae made nae mair o’ him
than of a bairn and a bawbee whistle. I defy him to hae played ‘Boot
and saddle,’ or ‘Horse and away,’ or ‘Gallants, come trot,’ with me; he
handa the tones.”
“But what is all this to old Lord Ravenswood, my friend?” said the
Master, who, with an anxiety not unnatural in his circumstances, was
desirous of prosecuting the musician’s first topic—“what had his memory
to do with the degeneracy of the trumpet music?”
“Just this, sir,” answered the sexton, “that I lost my wind in his
service. Ye see I was trumpeter at the castle, and had allowance for
blawing at break of day, and at dinner time, and other whiles when
there was company about, and it pleased my lord; and when he raised his
militia to caper awa’ to Bothwell Brig against the wrang-headed
westland Whigs, I behoved, reason or name, to munt a horse and caper
awa’ wi’ them.”
“And very reasonable,” said Ravenswood; “you were his servant and
vassal.”
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