...sinner was ahroad in. The wind hlew as 'twad hlawn its last ; The rattlin' showers rose on the hlast : The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder hellow'd ; That night a child might understand, The deil had husiness on his hand. Weel mounted on...

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...gives us a tolerable idea of the night, through which Tam had to ride. But hear the poet describe it. " The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...might understand, The De'il had business on his hand." How the awfulness of the tempest is heightened, by connecting it in the two last lines with the mystery...

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...blawn its last j The rattling showers rose on the blast j The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'dj Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The dcil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skelpit...

...in the words of Burns, — An' sic a night he tak's the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. That night a child might understand The de'il had business on his hand. Before I had time almost to know where I was, the overseer had me stripped of my saturated garments...

...hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling...child might understand, The deil had business on his baud. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,...

...in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling showers closing of the grave ; And distant mountains echo'd...!" The pastor ceased. My venerable friend Victori dcil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skelpit...

...hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last, The rattling...might understand The Deil had business on his hand Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, — A better never lifted leg, — Tam skelpit on thro' dub and...

...these witches and warlocks are, and why the devil brought them here into Alloway-Kirk. True " This night a child might understand, The deil had business on his hand;" but that is not the question—the question is what business ? Was it a ball given him on the anniversary...