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icks, whco my father's pot wallops p through bear and blue water.

The woman is mad, ſaid they, for his money is all gives to the poor of he pariſh.

Jan. The poor of the pariſh! fint a eit ye gie to them but wee pickles o' eaſe meal, didna I ſeed i' their packs nd the miniſter's wife gies naething va to unca beggars, but bids them ac to their ain pariſhes, and yet ye'll ak the purſe frae us for naething but laying the loon a wee or they be married, and ſyne cock them up to e looked and laughed at by every ody: A deil ſpeed you and your uſtice ſir. Hute, tute, ye're a' coming on me like a wheen colly dogs unting awa a poor ragget chapman tae the door. So out ſhe goes cur- ing and greeting. Sandy is next called in upon, and in he goes.

Min. Now Sanders, you muſt tell