The dark year of Dundee

The Dark Year of Dundee may be called a tale of Fact, since Fiction has only been employed in it as the handmaid of Truth, and for the purpose of throwing a more vivid light upo...

“We maun try to pray,” answered Mary, and she began in faltering tones to repeat a Paternoster. But the Latin words, which she could not understand, were soon exchanged for a wi...

“It’s ill to ken what a man suld think,” he said. “Naebody does what he preaches, or preaches what he does. Maister Wishart and the priests are like enoo; there’s nae muckle to...

As no one replied to this strange announcement, he went on: “What for suld I no just gang to guid Maister Wishart and ask him to come and see ye? Nae doot but he’d do it, for th...

The next morning Mary saw her brother again. First interviews between relatives or friends who have been long parted are almost always unsatisfactory. It is neither the things o...

John Wigton was the superstitious child of a superstitious age; and he had long been in that peculiar temper of mind from which the thought of the supernatural is never far remo...

To this question John Wigton was scarcely competent to give an answer. But he gave the best he could,—“Because he is—he was—that is, they ca’ him—an awfu’ heretic. But heretic o...

One story amongst others the mercer told them, which Knox has preserved for us, bestowing upon the picture one or two of those rare touches of grace and tenderness of which his...

“Wha’s he?” asked Mary, little dreaming that the name so unfamiliar to her ears was destined to become far more famous than that of her revered pastor. Thus also perhaps was the...

“But maist eager for his death, after the cruel Cardinal himsel, was the Archbishop o’ Glasgow. Folk couldna fail to mind it was no that lang sin’ he came to Ayr, wi’ his jackme...

A very perceptible flush mounted to David’s bronzed cheek. Not choosing apparently to talk more of the matter, he turned his attention to the “good French wine” on the table, of...

“They did worse than all that, uncle; they cursed good and honest men, cast them out of the kirk, ay and killed them an they could, gif they dared to confess that Jesus was the...

The Laird shook his head. “Ye’re no that wise, brother,” he said, “to twine wi’ yer siller the noo.” And he kindly offered him the use of an excellent horse of his own, saying t...

But after her first interview with him, she began to feel she had done him an injustice. She could not fail to perceive how marvellously these new doctrines had quickened both h...

But Halbert shook his head. His orders were precise, he said: he was to bring Maister David Stratton, dead or alive, to St. Andrews, and he would not be found wanting in his dut...

But weeks and months and years rolled on in slow monotonous succession. Life, with its cares and struggles and dull every-day realities, drew its meshes around her again. The br...

With a Special View to the Delineation of Christian Faith and Life. With Notes, Chronological Tables, Lists of Councils, Examination Questions, and other Illustrative Matter. (F...