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Jan. The poor o' the pariſh! ſaid ſhe; fint a heit ye gi'e them but wee pickles o' peaſe meal, didna I fee't in their pocks? and the miſter's wife gaes naething ava to unco beggars, but bids them gang hame to their ain pariſhes; and yet ye'll tak the purſe frae poor folks for naething but playing the loon a wee or they be married, an' fyne sock them up to be looked on an' laugh'd at by every body: a de'il ſpeed you an' your juſtice, ſir. Hute, tute, ye're a' coming on me like a wheen colly dogs hunting awa' a poor ragget chapman frae the door. So out ſhe goes curſing and greeting.-Sandy is next called upon, and in he goes.

Min. Now, Sanders, you muſt tell us how this child was gotten?

San. A now, Meſs John, ſir, ye hae bairns o' your ain, how did you get them? But yours are a' laddies, and mine is but a laſſie; if you'd tell me how you got your laddies, I'll tell you how I got my laſſie, an' than we'll be baith alike good o' the buſineſs.

The Miniſter locks at him, and ſays, Hute, tute, Sanders, lay down four pund and a groat, and come back to morrow to the ſtool and give Satisfaction to the congregation; you had more need to be ſeeking repentance for that abominable ſin of uncleannefs than ſpeaking ſo to me.

San. Well, here's your ſiſter, ſir, I hae gotten but poor penny-worth: for't, an' ye tell me to repent