The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
In truth, it's an awfu' story when I come to think how ye hae been sitting like an effigy on a tomb, wi' your hands baith alike syde, and _menti mori_ written on your vesture and your thigh, instead o' stirring your stumps, as ye ought to hae done--no to let your bairns be rookit o' their right by yon Cain and Abel, the twa cheatrie Milrookits.