The Ian Maclaren yearbook . No one sent for MacLure save in greatstraits, and the sight of him put couragein sinking hearts. But this was not by the graceof his appearance, or the advantage of a goodbedside manner. A tall, gaunt, loosely mademan, without an ounce of superfluous flesh onhis body, his face burned a dark brick colourby constant exposure to the weather, red hairand beard turning grey, honest blue eyes thatlooked you ever in tlie face, huge hands withwrist bones like the shank of a ham, and a voicethat hurled his salutations across two fields, hesuggested the moor rather than the d
The Ian Maclaren yearbook . No one sent for MacLure save in greatstraits, and the sight of him put couragein sinking hearts. But this was not by the graceof his appearance, or the advantage of a goodbedside manner. A tall, gaunt, loosely mademan, without an ounce of superfluous flesh onhis body, his face burned a dark brick colourby constant exposure to the weather, red hairand beard turning grey, honest blue eyes thatlooked you ever in tlie face, huge hands withwrist bones like the shank of a ham, and a voicethat hurled his salutations across two fields, hesuggested the moor rather than the drawing-room. But what a clever hand it was in anoperation, as delicate as a womans, and whata kindly voice it was in the humble room wherethe shepherds wife was weeping by her mansbedside. Beside the Botinie Brier A DISPLENISHING SALE DRUMTOCHTY, hoeing the turnips forthe second time on a glorious day inearly August, saw the Kildrummie auctioneergo up the left side of the Glen and down theright like one charged with high affairs. It wasunderstood that Jock Constable could ride any-thing in the shape of a horse, and that after-noon he had got ten miles an hour out of ananimal which had been down times withoutnumber, and whose roaring could be heardfrom afar. Jock was in such haste that heonly smacked his lips as he passed our public-house, and waved his hand when Hillocksshouted, Hoos a wi ye? from a neigh-bouring field. But he dismounted wheneverhe saw a shapely gate-post, and spent five min-utes at the outer precincts of the two Days of Atdd Lang Syne. August I THERE are churches which depreciate theservice, and churches which depreciate thesermon, and both err, because sermon and ser-vice are not rivals but auxiliaries, the servicespiritualising and softening the heart for the m
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