The Barronne Serjand ane horne and a quhite wand of ane elne lang, the Serjand of the Burgh ane reade wand allanerlie, like the Kingis Officiar, and als oft as he beis founden without his wand in the Burgh, hee ſall paie aucht ſhillinges vn-forgiuen to the Kinge:[…]

Parents are at the cabin doors, dressing the hair of ragged children; shock-heads of girls peer out from the black circumference of smoke, and children inconceivably filthy, yell wildly and vociferously as the coach passes by.

If this is sound, the pleasantness of pleasure can no longer be our guide; the higherness of the higher pleasure must have the decisive word — hedonism has committed suicide.

None of Mr. Knott's gestures could be called characteristic, unless perhaps that which consisted in the simultaneous obturation of the facial cavities, the thumbs in the mouth, the forefingers in the ears, the little fingers in the nostrils, the third fingers in the eyes and the second fingers, free in a crisis to promote intellection, laid along the temples.