pagan　horror　given　by　obscene　mutes；　frightful　hearse；　horses；　and
  feathers。　　As　soon　as；　in　the　beautiful　phrase　of　the　Old　Testament；
  John　Anderson　was　thus　gathered　to　his　fathers；　Robert　went　to　pay　a
  visit　to　his　grandmother。
  Dressed　to　a　point　in　the　same　costume　in　which　he　had　known　her
  from　childhood；　he　found　her　little　altered　in　appearance。　　She　was
  one　of　those　who　instead　of　stooping　with　age；　settle　downwards：　she
  was　still　as　erect　as　ever；　though　shorter。　　Her　step　was　feebler；
  and　when　she　prayed；　her　voice　quavered　more。　　On　her　face　sat　the
  same　settled；　almost　hard　repose；　as　ever；　but　her　behaviour　was
  still　more　gentle　than　when　he　had　seen　her　last。　　Notwithstanding；
  however；　that　time　had　wrought　so　little　change　in　her　appearance；
  Robert　felt　that　somehow　the　mist　of　a　separation　between　her　world
  and　his　was　gathering；　that　she　was；　as　it　were；　fading　from　his
  sight　and　presence；　like　the　moon　towards　'her　interlunar　cave。'
  Her　face　was　gradually　turning　from　him　towards　the　land　of　light。
  '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'swha　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　chancehaena
  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'。　　God's　hearkent　to　my　prayers　for　you；　and　gin　ye　gang　on
  as　ye　hae　begun；　my　prayers；　like　them　o'　David　the　son　o'　Jesse；
  are　endit。　　Gang　on；　my　dear　lad；　gang　on　to　pluck　brands　frae　the
  burnin'。　　Haud　oot　a　helpin'　han'　to　ilka　son　and　dauchter　o'　Adam
  'at　will　tak　a　grip　o'　't。　　Be　a　burnin'　an'　a　shinin'　licht；　that
  men　may　praise；　no　you；　for　ye're　but　clay　i'　the　han's　o'　the
  potter；　but　yer　Father　in　heaven。　　Tak　the　drunkard　frae　his　whusky；
  the　deboshed　frae　his　debosh；　the　sweirer　frae　his　aiths；　the　leear
  frae　his　lees；　and　giena　ony　o'　them　ower　muckle　o'　yer　siller　at
  ance；　for　fear　'at　they　grow　fat　an'　kick　an'　defy　God　and　you。
  That's　my　advice　to　ye；　Robert。'
  'And　I　houp　I'll　be　able　to　haud　gey　and　near　till　't；　grannie；　for
  it's　o'　the　best。　　But　wha　tellt　ye　what　I　was　aboot　in　Lonnon？'
  'Himsel'。'
  'Dr。　Anderson？'
  'Ay；　jist　himsel'。　　I　hae　had　letter　upo'　letter　frae　'im　aboot　you
  and　a'　'at　ye　was　aboot。　　He　keepit　me　acquant　wi'　't　a'。'
  This　fresh　proof　of　his　friend's　affection　touched　Robert　deeply。
  He　had　himself　written　often　to　his　grandmother；　but　he　had　never
  entered　into　any　detail　of　his　doings；　although　the　thought　of　her
  was　ever　at　hand　beside　the　thought　of　his　father。
  'Do　ye　ken；　grannie；　what's　at　the　hert　o'　my　houps　i'　the　meesery
  an'　degradation　that　I　see　frae　mornin'　to　nicht；　and　aftener　yet
  frae　nicht　to　mornin'　i'　the　back　closes　and　wynds　o'　the　great
  city？'
  'I　trust　it's　the　glory　o'　God；　laddie。'
  'I　houp　that's　no　a'thegither　wantin'；　grannie。　　For　I　love　God　wi'
  a'　my　hert。　　But　I　doobt　it's　aftener　the　savin'　o'　my　earthly
  father　nor　the　glory　o'　my　heavenly　ane　that　I'm　thinkin'　o'。'
  Mrs。　Falconer　heaved　a　deep　sigh。
  'God　grant　ye　success；　Robert；'　she　said。　'But　that　canna　be　richt。'
  'What　canna　be　richt？'
  'No　to　put　the　glory　o'　God　first　and　foremost。'
  'Weel；　grannie；　but　a　body　canna　rise　to　the　heicht　o'　grace　a'　at
  ance；　nor　yet　in　ten；　or　twenty　year。　　Maybe　gin　I　do　richt；　I　may
  be　able　to　come　to　that　or　a'　be　dune。　　An'　efter　a'；　I'm　sure　I
  love　God　mair　nor　my　father。　　But　I　canna　help　thinkin'　this；　that
  gin　God　heardna　ae　sang　o'　glory　frae　this　ill…doin'　earth　o'　his；
  he　wadna　be　nane　the　waur；　but'
  'Hoo　ken　ye　that？'　interrupted　his　grandmother。
  'Because　he　wad　be　as　gude　and　great　and　grand　as　ever。'
  'Ow　ay。'
  'But　what　wad　come　o'　my　father　wantin'　his　salvation？　　He　can　waur
  want　that；　remainin'　the　slave　o'　iniquity；　than　God　can　want　his
  glory。　　Forby；　ye　ken　there's　nae　glory　to　God　like　the　repentin'　o'
  a　sinner；　justifeein'　God；　an'　sayin'　till　him〃Father；　ye're　a'
  richt；　an'　I'm　a'　wrang。〃　　What　greater　glory　can　God　hae　nor　that？'
  'It's　a'　true　'at　ye　say。　　But　still　gin　God　cares　for　that　same
  glory；　ye　oucht　to　think　o'　that　first；　afore　even　the　salvation　o'
  yer　father。'
  'Maybe　ye're　richt；　grannie。　　An'　gin　it　be　as　ye　sayhe's　promised
  to　lead　us　into　a'　trowth；　an'　he'll　lead　me　into　that　trowth。　　But
  I'm　thinkin'　it's　mair　for　oor　sakes　than　his　ain　'at　he　cares　aboot
  his　glory。　　I　dinna　believe　'at　he　thinks　aboot　his　glory　excep'　for
  the　sake　o'　the　trowth　an'　men's　herts　deein'　for　want　o'　't。'
  Mrs。　Falconer　thought　for　a　moment。
  'It　may　be　'at　ye're　richt；　laddie；　but　ye　hae　a　way　o'　sayin'
  things　'at　's　some　fearsome。'
  'God's　nae　like　a　prood　man　to　tak　offence；　grannie。　　There's
  naething　pleases　him　like　the　trowth；　an'　there's　naething
  displeases　him　like　leein'；　particularly　whan　it's　by　way　o'
  uphaudin'　him。　　He　wants　nae　sic　uphaudin'。　　Noo；　ye　say　things
  aboot　him　whiles　'at　soun's　to　me　fearsome。'
  'What　kin'　o'　things　are　they；　laddie？'　asked　the　old　lady；　with
  offence　glooming　in　the　background。
  'Sic　like　as　whan　ye　speyk　aboot　him　as　gin　he　was　a　puir　prood
  bailey…like　body；　fu'　o'　his　ain　importance；　an'　ready　to　be　doon
  upo'　onybody　'at　didna　ca'　him　by　the　name　o'　's　officeay
  think…thinkin'　aboot　's　ain　glory；　in　place　o'　the　quaiet；　michty；
  gran'；　self…forgettin'；　a'…creatin'；　a'…uphaudin'；　eternal　bein'；
  wha　took　the　form　o'　man　in　Christ　Jesus；　jist　that　he　micht　hae　't
  in　's　pooer　to　beir　and　be　humblet　for　oor　sakes。　　Eh；　grannie！
  think　o'　the　face　o'　that　man　o'　sorrows；　that　never　said　a　hard
  word　till　a　sinfu'　wuman；　or　a　despised　publican：　was　he　thinkin'
  aboot　's　ain　glory；　think　ye？　　An'　we　hae　no　richt　to　say　we　ken　God
  save　in　the　face　o'　Christ　Jesus。　　Whatever　's　no　like　Christ　is　no
  like　God。'
  'But；　laddie；　he　cam　to　saitisfee　God's　justice　by　sufferin'　the
  punishment　due　to　oor　sins；　to　turn　aside　his　wrath　an'　curse；　to
  reconcile　him　to　us。　　Sae　he　cudna　be　a'thegither　like　God。'
  'He　did　naething　o'　the　kin'；　grannie。　　It's　a'　a　lee　that。　　He　cam
  to　saitisfee　God's　justice　by　giein'　him　back　his　bairns；　by　garrin'
  them　see　that　God　was　just；　by　sendin'　them　greetin'　hame　to　fa'　at
  his　feet；　an'　grip　his　knees　an'　say；　〃Father；　ye're　i'　the　richt。〃
  He　cam　to　lift　the　weicht　o'　the　sins　that　God　had　curst　aff　o'　the
  shoothers　o'　them　'at　did　them；　by　makin'　them　turn　agen　them；　an'
  be　for　God　an'　no　for　sin。　　And　there　isna　a　word　o'　reconceelin'
  God　till　's　in　a'　the　Testament；　for　there　was　no　need　o'　that：　it
  was　us　that　he　needed　to　be　reconcilet　to　him。　　An'　sae　he　bore　oor
  sins　and　carried　oor　sorrows；　for　those　sins　comin'　oot　in　the
  multitudesay　and　in　his　ain　disciples　as　weel；　caused　him　no　en'
  o'　grief　o'　mind　an'　pain　o'　body；　as　a'body　kens。　　It　wasna　his　ain
  sins；　for　he　had　nane；　but　oors；　that　caused　him　sufferin'；　and　he
  took　them　awa'they're　vainishin'　even　noo　frae　the　earth；　though
  it　doesna　luik　like　it　in　Rag…fair　or　Petticoat…lane。　　An'　for　oor
  sorrowsthey　jist　garred　him　greit。　　His　richteousness　jist
  annihilates　oor　guilt；　for　it's　a　great　gulf　that　swallows　up　and
  destroys　't。　　And　sae　he　gae　his　life　a　ransom　for　us：　and　he　is　the
  life　o'　the　world。　　He　took　oor　sins　upo'　him；　for　he　cam　into　the
  middle　o'　them　an'　took　them　upby　no　sleicht　o'　han'；　by　no
  quibblin'　o'　the　lawyers；　aboot　imputin'　his　richteousness　to　us；
  and　sic　like；　which　is　no　to　be　found　i'　the　Bible　at　a'；　though　I
  dinna　say　that　there's　no　possible　meanin'　i'　the　phrase；　but　he
  took　them　and　took　them　awa'；　and　here　am　I；　grannie；　growin'　oot　o'
  my　sins　in　consequennce；　and　there　are　ye；　grann