But as yet struggles the twelfth hour of the Night. Birds of darkness are on the wing; spectres uproar; the dead walk; the living dream. Thou, Eternal Providence, wilt make the Day dawn!
Then said his Lordship, “Well. God mend all!” — “Nay, by God, Donald, we must help him to mend it!” said the other.
RUSHWORTH (Sir David Ramsay and Lord Rea, in 1630).
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