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Portrait of Ian Maclaren Ian Maclaren A Doctor of the Old School — Volume 5

When the bedrel had finished his work and the turf had been spread, Lord Kilspindie spoke:
"Friends of Drumtochty, it would not be right that we should part in silence and no man say what is in every heart. We have buried the remains of one that served this Glen with a devotion that has known no reserve, and a kindliness that never failed, for more than forty years. I have seen many brave men in my day, but no man in the trenches of Sebastopol carried himself more knightly than William MacLure.
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Portrait of Ian Maclaren Ian Maclaren A Doctor of the Old School — Volume 5

No man knows what a horse or a dog understands and feels, for God hath not given them our speech. If any footstep was heard in the courtyard, she began to neigh, and was always looking round as the door opened. But nothing would tempt her to eat, and in the night-time Drumsheugh heard her crying as if she expected to be taken out for some sudden journey.
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Portrait of Ian Maclaren Ian Maclaren A Doctor of the Old School — Volume 5

He will never be forgotten while one of us lives, and I pray that all doctors everywhere may share his spirit. If it be your pleasure, I shall erect a cross above his grave, and shall ask my old friend and companion Dr. Davidson, your minister, to choose the text to be inscribed."
"We thank you, Lord Kilspindie," said the doctor, "for your presence with us in our sorrow and your tribute to the memory of William MacLure, and I choose this for his text:
Milton was, at that time, held in the bonds of a very bitter theology, and his indignation was stirred by this unqualified eulogium.
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