the　robe　of　righteousness　are　designated　in　Holy　Writ。〃
  〃Weel　done；　Willie！〃　cried　the　laird。
  〃That's　richt；　Willie；〃　said　his　mother。　　Then　turning　to　the
  younger；　whose　attention　was　attracted　by　a　strange　bird　in　the
  hedge　in　front。　〃An'　what　called　he　them；　Johnnie；　that　put　on　the
  robe？〃　she　asked。
  〃Whited　sepulchres；〃　answered　Johnnie；　indebted　for　his　wit　to　his
  wool…gathering。
  This　put　an　end　to　the　catechising。　　Mrs。　Glasford　glanced　round　at
  Hugh；　whose　defection　she　had　seen　with　indignation；　and　who；
  waiting　for　them　by　the　roadside；　had　heard　the　last　question　and
  reply；　with　an　expression　that　seemed　to　attribute　any　defect　in　the
  answer；　entirely　to　the　carelessness　of　the　tutor；　and　the
  withdrawal　of　his　energies　from　her　boys　to　that　〃saucy　quean；　Meg
  Elginbrod。〃
  CHAPTER　IX。
  NATURE。
  When　the　Soul　is　kindled　or　enlightened　by　the　Holy　Ghost；　then　it
  beholds　what　God　its　Father　does；　as　a　Son　beholds　what　his　Father
  does　at　Home　in　his　own　House。JACOB　BEHMEN'S　AuroraLaw's
  Translation。
  Margaret　began　to　read　Wordsworth；　slowly　at　first；　but　soon　with
  greater　facility。　　Ere　long　she　perceived　that　she　had　found　a
  friend；　for　not　only　did　he　sympathize　with　her　in　her　love　for
  nature；　putting　many　vague　feelings　into　thoughts；　and　many　thoughts
  into　words　for　her；　but　he　introduced　her　to　nature　in　many
  altogether　new　aspects；　and　taught　her　to　regard　it　in　ways　which
  had　hitherto　been　unknown　to　her。　　Not　only　was　the　pine　wood　now
  dearer　to　her　than　before；　but　its　mystery　seemed　more　sacred；　and；
  at　the　same　time；　more　likely　to　be　one　day　solved。　　She　felt　far
  more　assuredly　the　presence　of　a　spirit　in　nature；
  〃Whose　dwelling　is　the　light　of　setting　suns；
  And　the　round　ocean；　and　the　living　air；〃
  for　he　taught　her　to　take　wider　views　of　nature；　and　to　perceive　and
  feel　the　expressions　of　more　extended　aspects　of　the　world　around
  her。　　The　purple　hill…side　was　almost　as　dear　to　her　as　the　fir…wood
  now；　and　the　star　that　crowned　its　summit　at　eve；　sparkled　an
  especial　message　to　her；　before　it　went　on　its　way　up　the　blue。　　She
  extended　her　rambles　in　all　directions；　and　began　to　get　with　the
  neighbours　the　character　of　an　idle　girl。　　Little　they　knew　how
  early　she　rose；　and　how　diligently　she　did　her　share　of　the　work；
  urged　by　desire　to　read　the　word　of　God　in　his　own　handwriting；　or
  rather；　to　pore　upon　that　expression　of　the　face　of　God；　which；
  however　little　a　man　may　think　of　it；　yet　sinks　so　deeply　into　his
  nature；　and　moulds　it　towards　its　own　likeness。
  Nature　was　doing　for　Margaret　what　she　had　done　before　for
  Wordsworth's　Lucy：　she　was　making　of　her　〃a　lady　of　her　own。〃　　She
  grew　taller　and　more　graceful。　　The　lasting　quiet　of　her　face　began
  to　look　as　if　it　were　ever　upon　the　point　of　blossoming　into　an
  expression　of　lovely　feeling。　　The　principal　change　was　in　her
  mouth；　which　became　delicate　and　tender　in　its　curves；　the　lips
  seeming　to　kiss　each　other　for　very　sweetness。　　But　I　am
  anticipating　these　changes；　for　it　took　a　far　longer　time　to　perfect
  them　than　has　yet　been　occupied　by　my　story。
  But　even　her　mother　was　not　altogether　proof　against　the　appearance
  of　listlessness　and　idleness　which　Margaret's　behaviour　sometimes
  wore　to　her　eyes；　nor　could　she　quite　understand　or　excuse　her　long
  lonely　walks；　so　that　now　and　then　she　could　not　help　addressing　her
  after　this　fashion：
  〃Meg！　　Meg！　ye　do　try　my　patience；　lass；　idlin'　awa'　yer　time　that
  get。　　It's　an　awfu'　wastery　o'　time；　what　wi'　beuks；　an'　what　wi'
  stravaguin'；　an'　what　wi'　naething　ava。　　Jist　pit　yer　han'　to　this
  kirn　noo；　like　a　gude　bairn。〃
  Margaret　would　obey　her　mother　instantly；　but　with　a　look　of　silent
  expostulation　which　her　mother　could　not　resist；　sometimes；　perhaps；
  if　the　words　were　sharper　than　usual；　with　symptoms　of　gathering
  tears；　upon　which　Janet　would　say；　with　her　honest　smile　of　sweet
  relenting；
  〃Hootoots；　bairn！　never　heed　me。　　My　bark's　aye　waur　nor　my　bite；　ye
  ken　that。〃
  Then　Margaret's　face　would　brighten　at　once；　and　she　would　work　hard
  at　whatever　her　mother　set　her　to　do；　till　it　was　finished；　upon
  which　her　mother　would　be　more　glad　than　she；　and　in　no　haste　to
  impose　any　further　labour　out　of　the　usual　routine。
  In　the　course　of　reading　Wordsworth；　Margaret　had　frequent　occasion
  to　apply　to　Hugh　for　help。　　These　occasions；　however；　generally
  involved　no　more　than　small　external　difficulties；　which　prevented
  her　from　taking　in　the　scope　of　a　passage。　　Hugh　was　always　able　to
  meet　these；　and　Margaret　supposed　that　the　whole　of　the　light　which
  flashed　upon　her　mind　when　they　were　removed；　was　poured　upon　the
  page　by　the　wisdom　of　her　tutor；　never　dreamingsuch　was　her
  humility　with　regard　to　herself；　and　her　reverence　towards　himthat
  it　came　from　the　depths　of　her　own　lucent　nature；　ready　to　perceive
  what　the　poet　came　prepared　to　show。　　Now　and　then；　it　is　true；　she
  applied　to　him　with　difficulties　in　which　he　was　incapable　of　aiding
  her；　but　she　put　down　her　failure　in　discovering　the　meaning；　after
  all　which　it　must　be　confessed　he　sometimes　tried　to　say；　to　her　own
  stupidity　or　peculiaritynever　to　his　incapacity。　　She　had　been
  helped　to　so　much　by　his　superior　acquirements；　and　his　real　gift
  for　communicating　what　he　thoroughly　understood；　he　had　been　so
  entirely　her　guide　to　knowledge；　that　she　would　at　once　have　felt
  self…condemned　of　impietyin　the　old　meaning　of　the　wordif　she
  had　doubted　for　a　moment　his　ability　to　understand　or　explain　any
  difficulty　which　she　could　place　clearly　before　him。
  By…and…by　he　began　to　lend　her　harder；　that　is；　more　purely
  intellectual　books。　　He　was　himself　preparing　for　the　class　of　Moral
  Philosophy　and　Metaphysics；　and　he　chose　for　her　some　of　the　simpler
  of　his　books　on　these　subjectsof　course　all　of　the　Scotch
  schoolbeginning　with　Abercrombie's　Intellectual　Powers。　　She　took
  this　eagerly；　and　evidently　read　it　with　great　attention。
  One　evening　in　the　end　of　summer；　Hugh　climbed　a　waste　heathery　hill
  that　lay　behind　the　house　of　Turriepuffit；　and　overlooked　a　great
  part　of　the　neighbouring　country；　the　peaks　of　some　of　the　greatest
  of　the　Scotch　mountains　being　visible　from　its　top。　　Here　he
  intended　to　wait　for　the　sunset。　　He　threw　himself　on　the　heather；
  that　most　delightful　and　luxurious　of　all　couches；　supporting　the
  body　with　a　kindly　upholding　of　every　part；　and　there　he　lay　in　the
  great　slumberous　sunlight　of　the　late　afternoon；　with　the　blue
  heavens；　into　which　he　was　gazing　full　up；　closing　down　upon　him；　as
  the　light　descended　the　side　of　the　sky。　　He　fell　fast　asleep。　　If
  ever　there　be　an　excuse　for　falling　asleep　out　of　bed；　surely　it　is
  when　stretched　at　full　length　upon　heather　in　bloom。　　When　he　awoke；
  the　last　of　the　sunset　was　dying　away；　and　between　him　and　the
  sunset　sat　Margaret；　book　in　hand；　waiting　apparently　for　his
  waking。　　He　lay　still　for　a　few　minutes；　to　come　to　himself　before
  she　should　see　he　was　awake。　　But　she　rose　at　the　moment；　and
  drawing　near　very　quietly；　looked　down　upon　him　with　her　sweet
  sunset　face；　to　see　whether　or　not　he　was　beginning　to　rouse；　for
  she　feared　to　let　him　lie　much　longer　after　sundown。　　Finding　him
  awake；　she　drew　back　again　without　a　word；　and　sat　down　as　before
  with　her　book。　　At　length　he　rose；　and；　approaching　her；　said
  〃Well；　Margaret；　what　book　are　you　at　now？〃
  〃Dr。　Abercrombie；　sir；〃　replied　Margaret。
  〃How　do　you　like　it？〃
  〃Verra　weel　for　some　things。　　It　makes　a　body　think；　but　not
  a'thegither　as　I　like　to　think　either。〃
  It　will　be　observed　that　Margaret's　speech　had　begun　to　improve；
  that　is；　to　be　more　like　English。
  〃What　is　the　matter　with　it？〃
  〃Weel；　ye　see；　sir；　it　taks　a　body　a'　to　bits　like；　and　never　pits
  them　together　again。　　An'　it　seems　to　me　that　a　body's　min'　or　soul；
  or　whatever　it　may　be　calledbut　it's　jist　a　body's　ain　sel'can
  no　more　be　ta'en　to　pieces　like；　than　you　could　tak'　that　red　licht
  there　oot　o'　the　blue；　or　the　haill　sunset　oot　o'　the　heavens　an'
  earth。　　It　may　be　a'　verra　weel；　Mr。　Sutherland；　but　oh！　it's　no
  like　this！〃
  And　Margaret　looked　around　her　from　the　hill…top；　and　then　up　into
  the　heavens；　where　the　stars　were　beginning　to　crack　the　blue　with
  their　thin；　steely　sparkle。
  〃It　seems　to　me　to　tak'　a'　the　poetry　oot　o'　us；　Mr。　Sutherland。〃
  〃Well；　well；〃　said　Hugh；　with　a　smile；　〃you　must　just　go　to
  Wordsworth　to　put　it　in　again；　or　to　set　you　again　up　after　Dr。
  Abercrombie　has　demolished　you。〃
  〃Na；　na；　sir；　he　sanna　demolish　me：　nor　I　winna　trouble　Mr。
  Wordsworth　to　put　the　poetry　into　me　again。　　A'　the　power　on　earth
  shanna　tak'　that　oot　o'　me；　gin　it　be　God's　will；　for　it's　his　ain
  gift；　Mr。　Sutherland；　ye　ken。〃
  〃Of　course；　of　course；〃　replied　Hugh；　who　very　likely　thought　this
  too　serious　a　way　of　speaking　of　poetry；　and　therefore；　perhaps；
  rather　an　irreverent　way　of　speaking　of　God；　for　he　saw　neither　the
  divine　in　poetry；　nor　the　human　in　God。　Could　he　be　said　to　believe
  that　God　made　man；　when　he　did　not　believe　that　God　created
  poetryand　yet　loved　it　as　he　did？　　It　was　to　him　only　a　grand
  invention　of　humanity　in　its　loftiest　development。　　In　this