But as yet struggles the twelfth hour of the Night. Birds
of darkness are on the wing; spectres uproar; the dead walk;
the living dream. Thou, Eternal Providence, wilt make the
Day dawn!—JEAN PAUL.

Then said his Lordship, "Well. God mend all!"—"Nay, by
God, Donald, we must help him to mend it!" said the other.—
RUSHWORTH (Sir David Ramsay and Lord Rea, in 1630).