l there
was religion in him; and he who died for the sins o' the whole world
has surely been revealed to him lang er' noo, and throu the knowledge o'
him, he noo dwalls in that God efter whom he aspired.'

Here was the outcome of many talks which Robert and the doctor had had
together, as they laboured amongst the poor.

'Did ye never try,' Robert asked, 'to lat him ken aboot the comin' o'
God to his world in Jesus Christ?'

'I couldna do muckle that way honestly, my ain faith was sae poor and
sma'. But I tellt him what Christians believed. I tellt him aboot the
character and history o' Christ. But it didna seem to tak muckle hauld
o' him. It wasna interesstin' till him. Just ance whan I tellt him some
things he had said aboot his relation to God--sic as, "I and my Father
are one,"--and aboot the relation o' a' his disciples to God and
himsel'--"I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in
one," he said, wi' a smile, "The man was a good Brahmin."

'It's little,' said Robert, 'the one great commandment can do withoot
the other. It's little we can ken what God to love, or hoo to love him,
withoot "thy neighbour as thyself." Ony ane o' them withoot the ither
stan's like the ae factor o' a multiplication, or ae wing upo' a
laverock (lark).'

Towards the close of the week, he grew much feebler. Falconer scarcely
left his room. He woke one midnight, and murmured as follows, with many
pauses for breath and strength:

'Robert, my time's near, I'm thinkin'; for, wakin' an' sleepin', I'm a
bairn again. I can hardly believe whiles 'at my father hasna a grup o'
my han'. A meenute ago I was traivellin' throu a terrible driftin' o'
snaw--eh, hoo it whustled and sang! and the cauld o' 't was stingin';
but my father had a grup o' me, an' I jist despised it, an' was
stampin' 't doon wi' my wee bit feet, for I was like saven year auld or
thereaboots. An' syne I thocht I heard my mither singin', and kent by
that that the ither was a dream. I'm thinkin' a hantle 'ill luik dreamy
afore lang. Eh! I wonner what the final waukin' 'ill be like.'

After a pause he resumed,

'Robert, my dear boy, ye're i' the richt gait. Haud on an' lat naething
turn ye aside. Man, it's a great comfort to me to think that ye're
my ain flesh and blude, an' nae that far aff. My father an' your
great-gran'father upo' the gran'mither's side war ain brithers. I wonner
hoo far doon it wad gang. Ye're the only ane upo' my father's side, you
and