Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland…
“ There was retribution in those diamond eyes.""What mean you, sir?""The bird's eyes that haunt me in my reveries, and enter into the sockets of my dream-beings!""Are you mad?""No; or the heavens are mad, with their swirling orbs and blazing comets, that rush sighing through space before some terrible power that will give them no respite, except with the condition that when they rest they die.""Poor youth! so early doomed; I pity you.""Ay, pity those who have no pity—those are the truly wretched; for pity, in the world's life, is the soul of reason's action. ”
