So
I'll vow that the wine of a witch's cup is as fell liquor as ever did
a kindly turn to a poor man's heart; and be they fiends, or be they
witches, if they have red wine asteer, I'll risk a drouket sark for
ae glorious tout on't.'--'Silence, ye sinners,' said the minister's
son of a neighboring parish, who united in his own person his father's
lack of devotion with his mother's love of liquor. 'Whisht!--speak as
if ye had the fear of something holy before ye. Let the vessels run
their own way to destruction: who can stay the eastern wind, and the
current of the Solway sea? I can find ye Scripture warrant for that:
so let them try their strength on Blawhooly rocks, and their might on
the broad quicksand. There's a surf running there would knock the ribs
together of a galley built by the imps of the pit, and commanded by
the Prince of Darkness. Bonnilie and bravely they sail away there; but
before the blast blows by they'll be wrecked: and red wine and strong
brandy will be as rife as dyke-water, and we'll drink the health of
bonnie Bell Blackness out of her left-foot slipper.
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