'I hae buried my best frien' but yersel', grannie,' he said, as he
took a chair close by her side, where he used to sit when he read
the Bible and Boston to her.
'I trust he's happy. He was a douce and a weel-behaved man; and ye
hae rizzon to respec' his memory. Did he dee the deith o' the
richteous, think ye, laddie?'
'I do think that, grannie. He loved God and his Saviour.'
'The Lord be praised!' said Mrs. Falconer. 'I had guid houps o' 'im
in 's latter days. And fowk says he's made a rich man o' ye,
Robert?'
'He's left me ilka thing, excep' something till 's servan's--wha hae
weel deserved it.'
'Eh, Robert! but it's a terrible snare. Siller 's an awfu' thing.
My puir Anerew never begud to gang the ill gait, till he began to
hae ower muckle siller. But it badena lang wi' 'im.'
'But it's no an ill thing itsel', grannie; for God made siller as
weel 's ither things.'
'He thinksna muckle o' 't, though, or he wad gie mair o' 't to some
fowk. But as ye say, it's his, and gin ye hae grace to use 't
aricht, it may be made a great blessin' to yersel' and ither fowk.
But eh, laddie! tak guid tent 'at ye ride upo' the tap o' 't, an'
no lat it rise like a muckle jaw (billow) ower yer heid; for it's an
awfu' thing to be droont in riches.'
'Them 'at prays no to be led into temptation hae a chance--haena
they, grannie?'
'That hae they, Robert. And to be plain wi' ye, I haena that muckle
fear o' ye; for I hae heard the kin' o' life 'at ye hae been
leadin'.
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