But as he had thir things in his mind, see! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearit till him by a dream, sayin, “Joseph, son oʼ Dauvid, binna feared to tak till ye yere wife, Mary; for that whilk is begotten in her is by the Holie Spirit.
“But whasae sal mak to faʼ ane aʼ thae wee things that lippen tae me, it had been better for him to hae a mill‐stane hung aboot his neck, and he sunk iʼ the deeps oʼ the sea.
Noo whan they had gane, tak tent! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearʼt to Joseph by a dream, and quoʼ he, “Rise, tak till ye the wee bairn, and his mither, and flee intil Egypt, and bide ye thar till I tell ye; for Herod seeks the wee bairn to destroy him.”
“And he wull send oot his Angels wiʼ an unco blast oʼ a trumpet, and they sal gaither thegither his chosen frae the fowr wunds, frae ae far‐awa end oʼ Heeven to the ither.
“Noo, it cam aboot that the beggar‐man deeʼt, and was carryʼt awa by the Angels, and laid in Abraʼmʼs bosom. And forby, the rich man, too, deeʼt and was buryʼt.
What? hae‐ye‐na hooses to eat and drink in? Or, div ye belittle Godʼs kirk, and shame thae that hae nocht? What am I to say tʼye? Am I to compliment ye? I compliment‐ye‐na!
Brethren, gin aiblins a man be betrayʼt intil a faut, ye wha are spiritual recover sic a ane iʼ the spirit oʼ canniness; lookin to yersel, least ye yersel be tempit.
For no intil Holies made‐wiʼ?-?hauns did Christ gang in — that war but figures oʼ the true Holies — but intil Heeven itsel, noo to come plainly afore the face oʼ God for us.