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The
lassies
were
pretty
and
agreeable
;
the
bailie
’
s
wife
was
one
of
the
best
creatures
that
ever
lived
;
and
my
uncle
was
in
thoroughly
good
cue
.
The
consequence
of
which
was
,
that
the
young
ladies
tittered
and
giggled
,
and
the
old
lady
laughed
out
loud
,
and
the
bailie
and
the
other
old
fellows
roared
till
they
were
red
in
the
face
,
the
whole
mortal
time
.
I
don
’
t
quite
recollect
how
many
tumblers
of
whiskey
-
toddy
each
man
drank
after
supper
;
but
this
I
know
,
that
about
one
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
the
bailie
’
s
grown
-
up
son
became
insensible
while
attempting
the
first
verse
of
"
Willie
brewed
a
peck
o
’
maut
"
;
and
he
having
been
,
for
half
an
hour
before
,
the
only
other
man
visible
above
the
mahogany
,
it
occurred
to
my
uncle
that
it
was
almost
time
to
think
about
going
,
especially
as
drinking
had
set
in
at
seven
o
’
clock
,
in
order
that
he
might
get
home
at
a
decent
hour
.
But
,
thinking
it
might
not
be
quite
polite
to
go
just
then
,
my
uncle
voted
himself
into
the
chair
,
mixed
another
glass
,
rose
to
propose
his
own
health
,
addressed
himself
in
a
neat
and
complimentary
speech
,
and
drank
the
toast
with
great
enthusiasm
.
Still
nobody
woke
;
so
my
uncle
took
a
little
drop
more
—
neat
this
time
,
to
prevent
the
toddy
from
disagreeing
with
him
—
and
,
laying
violent
hands
on
his
hat
,
sallied
forth
into
the
street
.
‘
it
was
a
wild
,
gusty
night
when
my
uncle
closed
the
bailie
’
s
door
,
and
settling
his
hat
firmly
on
his
head
to
prevent
the
wind
from
taking
it
,
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
looking
upward
,
took
a
short
survey
of
the
state
of
the
weather
.
The
clouds
were
drifting
over
the
moon
at
their
giddiest
speed
;
at
one
time
wholly
obscuring
her
;
at
another
,
suffering
her
to
burst
forth
in
full
splendour
and
shed
her
light
on
all
the
objects
around
;
anon
,
driving
over
her
again
,
with
increased
velocity
,
and
shrouding
everything
in
darkness
.
"
Really
,
this
won
’
t
do
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
addressing
himself
to
the
weather
,
as
if
he
felt
himself
personally
offended
.
"
This
is
not
at
all
the
kind
of
thing
for
my
voyage
.
It
will
not
do
at
any
price
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
very
impressively
.
Having
repeated
this
,
several
times
,
he
recovered
his
balance
with
some
difficulty
—
for
he
was
rather
giddy
with
looking
up
into
the
sky
so
long
—
and
walked
merrily
on
.
‘
The
bailie
’
s
house
was
in
the
Canongate
,
and
my
uncle
was
going
to
the
other
end
of
Leith
Walk
,
rather
better
than
a
mile
’
s
journey
.
On
either
side
of
him
,
there
shot
up
against
the
dark
sky
,
tall
,
gaunt
,
straggling
houses
,
with
time
-
stained
fronts
,
and
windows
that
seemed
to
have
shared
the
lot
of
eyes
in
mortals
,
and
to
have
grown
dim
and
sunken
with
age
.
Six
,
seven
,
eight
Storey
high
,
were
the
houses
;
storey
piled
upon
storey
,
as
children
build
with
cards
—
throwing
their
dark
shadows
over
the
roughly
paved
road
,
and
making
the
dark
night
darker
.
A
few
oil
lamps
were
scattered
at
long
distances
,
but
they
only
served
to
mark
the
dirty
entrance
to
some
narrow
close
,
or
to
show
where
a
common
stair
communicated
,
by
steep
and
intricate
windings
,
with
the
various
flats
above
.
Glancing
at
all
these
things
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
had
seen
them
too
often
before
,
to
think
them
worthy
of
much
notice
now
,
my
uncle
walked
up
the
middle
of
the
street
,
with
a
thumb
in
each
waistcoat
pocket
,
indulging
from
time
to
time
in
various
snatches
of
song
,
chanted
forth
with
such
good
-
will
and
spirit
,
that
the
quiet
honest
folk
started
from
their
first
sleep
and
lay
trembling
in
bed
till
the
sound
died
away
in
the
distance
;
when
,
satisfying
themselves
that
it
was
only
some
drunken
ne
’
er
-
do
-
weel
finding
his
way
home
,
they
covered
themselves
up
warm
and
fell
asleep
again
.
‘
I
am
particular
in
describing
how
my
uncle
walked
up
the
middle
of
the
street
,
with
his
thumbs
in
his
waistcoat
pockets
,
gentlemen
,
because
,
as
he
often
used
to
say
(
and
with
great
reason
too
)
there
is
nothing
at
all
extraordinary
in
this
story
,
unless
you
distinctly
understand
at
the
beginning
,
that
he
was
not
by
any
means
of
a
marvellous
or
romantic
turn
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
my
uncle
walked
on
with
his
thumbs
in
his
waistcoat
pockets
,
taking
the
middle
of
the
street
to
himself
,
and
singing
,
now
a
verse
of
a
love
song
,
and
then
a
verse
of
a
drinking
one
,
and
when
he
was
tired
of
both
,
whistling
melodiously
,
until
he
reached
the
North
Bridge
,
which
,
at
this
point
,
connects
the
old
and
new
towns
of
Edinburgh
.
Here
he
stopped
for
a
minute
,
to
look
at
the
strange
,
irregular
clusters
of
lights
piled
one
above
the
other
,
and
twinkling
afar
off
so
high
,
that
they
looked
like
stars
,
gleaming
from
the
castle
walls
on
the
one
side
and
the
Calton
Hill
on
the
other
,
as
if
they
illuminated
veritable
castles
in
the
air
;
while
the
old
picturesque
town
slept
heavily
on
,
in
gloom
and
darkness
below
:
its
palace
and
chapel
of
Holyrood
,
guarded
day
and
night
,
as
a
friend
of
my
uncle
’
s
used
to
say
,
by
old
Arthur
’
s
Seat
,
towering
,
surly
and
dark
,
like
some
gruff
genius
,
over
the
ancient
city
he
has
watched
so
long
.
I
say
,
gentlemen
,
my
uncle
stopped
here
,
for
a
minute
,
to
look
about
him
;
and
then
,
paying
a
compliment
to
the
weather
,
which
had
a
little
cleared
up
,
though
the
moon
was
sinking
,
walked
on
again
,
as
royally
as
before
;
keeping
the
middle
of
the
road
with
great
dignity
,
and
looking
as
if
he
would
very
much
like
to
meet
with
somebody
who
would
dispute
possession
of
it
with
him
.
There
was
nobody
at
all
disposed
to
contest
the
point
,
as
it
happened
;
and
so
,
on
he
went
,
with
his
thumbs
in
his
waistcoat
pockets
,
like
a
lamb
.
‘
When
my
uncle
reached
the
end
of
Leith
Walk
,
he
had
to
cross
a
pretty
large
piece
of
waste
ground
which
separated
him
from
a
short
street
which
he
had
to
turn
down
to
go
direct
to
his
lodging
.
Now
,
in
this
piece
of
waste
ground
,
there
was
,
at
that
time
,
an
enclosure
belonging
to
some
wheelwright
who
contracted
with
the
Post
Office
for
the
purchase
of
old
,
worn
-
out
mail
coaches
;
and
my
uncle
,
being
very
fond
of
coaches
,
old
,
young
,
or
middle
-
aged
,
all
at
once
took
it
into
his
head
to
step
out
of
his
road
for
no
other
purpose
than
to
peep
between
the
palings
at
these
mails
—
about
a
dozen
of
which
he
remembered
to
have
seen
,
crowded
together
in
a
very
forlorn
and
dismantled
state
,
inside
.
My
uncle
was
a
very
enthusiastic
,
emphatic
sort
of
person
,
gentlemen
;
so
,
finding
that
he
could
not
obtain
a
good
peep
between
the
palings
he
got
over
them
,
and
sitting
himself
quietly
down
on
an
old
axle
-
tree
,
began
to
contemplate
the
mail
coaches
with
a
deal
of
gravity
.
‘
There
might
be
a
dozen
of
them
,
or
there
might
be
more
—
my
uncle
was
never
quite
certain
on
this
point
,
and
being
a
man
of
very
scrupulous
veracity
about
numbers
,
didn
’
t
like
to
say
—
but
there
they
stood
,
all
huddled
together
in
the
most
desolate
condition
imaginable
.
The
doors
had
been
torn
from
their
hinges
and
removed
;
the
linings
had
been
stripped
off
,
only
a
shred
hanging
here
and
there
by
a
rusty
nail
;
the
lamps
were
gone
,
the
poles
had
long
since
vanished
,
the
ironwork
was
rusty
,
the
paint
was
worn
away
;
the
wind
whistled
through
the
chinks
in
the
bare
woodwork
;
and
the
rain
,
which
had
collected
on
the
roofs
,
fell
,
drop
by
drop
,
into
the
insides
with
a
hollow
and
melancholy
sound
.
