Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
“Never!” she screamed. “Believe me, wha stand here a wretched
victim o’ his falsehood, whase love he sought and won, whase peace
he has destroyed, whase heart he tried to break—tried—ay, but
only tried; for he has changed it to the tongue o’ the harry adder
that basks i’ the moss on the swamps o’ the Ken. I have hated
the yellow-wamed ask that sleeps i’ the mud o’ the lazy Nith,
the moon-baying tyke, the charking whutthroat, and the taed that
carries its poison on its back amang the seggs o’ the Solway.
Ay, sair, sair, have I hated them, wi’ a’ the hate o’ a heart
that had only twa pairts—ane for lovin’ and ane for hatin’; but
waur—ten thousand times waur, and tens o’ tens, do I hate the
vile and loathsome reptile, wha, puttin’ on the appearance o’
man, and coverin’ his lyin’ tongue wi’ the Almighty’s words o’
promised faith, wiles frae the trustin’, lovin’, defenceless woman
a’ that she has to care for on earth, and wha yet hasna courage
enough to stab her to the heart, and end her misery and her life
thegither. But, thanks to the power wha befriends the miserable,
and brings oot o’ the destroyed a spirit a thousand times stronger,
to feed the heart which love has betrayed!—sweeter to me—ay,
hear me, hear the victim o your worshipped idol—sweeter to me is
that poison than would be to me his kisses, now sour as the green
bullister. But the day lengthens frae the shortest to the longest,
and, as the earth turns, they wha, but some hours syne, stood upon
oor heads, shall as mony hours after, lie under our feet. So may
the day o’ Mary Lee’s joy follow the nicht o’ her grief—and that
joy will be revenge!”
As the last word, “revenge,” (says our legend) rang round the
silent scene, the excited damsel waved her hand and disappeared.
The effect of her speech was electric. Every one looked at his
neighbour, mutterings and whisperings ran round the company, and
glances of a suspicious nature were thrown upon Ashley. Some of his
friends, for the sake of saving him, suggested that the woman was
insane; and the company, glad to find a pretext for disbelieving
the charge brought in so extraordinary a manner against their
landlord, adopted the suggestion. Ashley, however, was struck
deeper than he would avow, or than might have been expected, in the
case of a man dead to ordinary pity, and to the moral sense. Rising
from his seat, he again thanked the company for their attention,
and retired.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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