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 in Clydesdale:-O Lord, we'r ay gangan, and we'r ay gettan. We soud ay be coman to thee, but we'r ay forgettan. We leive in the gude mailen o' KelloehsydeKelloclsyde [sic], suppan thy gude peisie kale, puir, sinfou sons ofthat we are. Monie mercies we reeeivereceive [sic], gude trowth; and we'r little thankfou far them, gude feth. Janet, rax by the spunes, and aw praise and glory sall be thine. Amen.

A Highland piper having a scholar to teaehteach [sic], disdained to craekcrack [sic] his mind with the names of semibreves, minims, erotehetscrotchets [sic], and quivers.—"Here, Donald," said he, "tak your pipies, lad, and gi's a blast—so, very weel blaun indeed; but what is sound Donald without sense?—ye may blaw for ever without makin' a tune o't, if I didna tell уоu how thae queer things on the paper maun help you—you see that big fallow wi' a round open face, (pointing to a semibreve between the two lines of a bar,) he moves slowly, slowly, from that line to this, while you beat ane wi' your fit, and gi'e a blast; if now ye put a leg to him, ye mak' twa o' him, and he'll move twice as fast; gif ye blaekblack [sic] his face, he'll rin four times faster than the fallow wi' the white faeeface [sic]: but if, after blaekinblackin [sic]' his face, ye'll bend his knee, or tie his legs, he'll trop eight times faster than the white faeedfaced [sic] chap that I showed you first. Now, whene'er you blaw your pipes,—Donald, remember this, the tighter the fallows' legs are tied, the faster they will rin, and the quiekerquicker [sic] they are sure to dance."

A parson in the eountrycountry [sic] taking his text in St. Matthew, Chapter viii. verse 14, 'And Peter's