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15                   Jan. The poor o' the parish! said she; i'nt a                 heit ye gi e them but wee pickles o' pease meal, didna I see't in their pocks? and the mister's wife gi'es naething ava to unco beggars, but bids them gang hame to their ain parishes; and yet ye'll ask the purse frae poor folks for naething but playing the loon a wee or they be married, an' syne cock them up to be looked on an' laughed 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 nine 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 goud o' the business. The Minister looks at him, and says, Hute, tute, Sanders, lay down four pund and a groat, and come back tomorrow to the stool and give satisfaction to the congregation; you bad more need to be                 seeking repentance for the abominable sin of uncleanness than speaking so to me. San. Well, here's your siller, sir, I hae gotten but poor penny-worths for'i, an ye tell me to repent for't;                 what the auld thief needs I repent when I'm gaun to marry the woman, an' than I hae to do't o'er again every day, or there'll be nae peace in the house; figs it's nonsense to pay siller, repent, an' do't again too, a fine advice indeed, master Minister! ae' that's the way the like o' ye live.