Jessie Saxby

"I hear youre such a lazy bird, You cannot build a ; Perhaps you could, if you would try— We ought to do our best. The little bird that told me this Suspected something worse,— That you neglect your little ones, And put them out to nurse. Oh, Cuckoo! if this storys true, I think youre much to blame. Then talk no more about yourself; Go, hide yourself, for shame!"

"Winds are raging fierce and high, Lurid lightnings wreathe the sky, Thunders roll and night is nigh, Ships mid storm-tossd breakers lie At the oceans will. Little ones there are who weep, Wives who weary vigils keep, When all else have gone to sleep. Father! to yon angry deep "Say Thou, Peace, be still."

"... The Corbie (or Raven) is sacred to the All-Father. The Katyogle (or Owl) is consecrated to the goddess of wisdom. ... I have too much respect for the Corbie and Katyogle to dwell in detail upon their . I care not for their "," according to the scientist. The and species to which they belong influence me not one whit. Why—when I know on the authority of a Shetland witch, that the Corbie can assume any form he pleases, and that the Katyogle is the inhabitant of another world in disguise–why should I trouble my spirit with assigning to either a place in the Darwinian circle?"

"We had been dressing the wee lassie one day is a graceful fairy-like of Aunt Ellens devising, and maternal pride gave utterance to some (foolish) remarks about the childs appearance. Very sweetly came the rebuke from childhoods wisdom. "Yes, but it was very good of God to make me pretty."

"An incantation against nightmare was once used over me by old Mam-Kirsty famed for her witchcraft."