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 did, advised him to take her on a fine day, like a mile out of town, and give her a walk, and he would stay at home and study a remedy for her disorder. - Away they both goes; but as she was always complained for want of health, and that she was very weak, she cried frequently out, O! 'tis a crying sin to take a woman in my condition out o'er a door. During their absence, Leper goes and searches the bed, and below the bolster gets a bottle of rare whisky, of which he takes a hearty pull, and then pisses in it to make it up; gets a halfpenny worth of snuff, and puts it in also, shakes all together, and so sets it in its place again.--Home they came, and she was exceedingly distressed as a woman could be, and cried out, it was a horrid thing to take her out of the house. The tailor seeing her so bad, thought she would have died, ran as fast as he could for a dram, but she in her hypocrisy pretended she could not take it, and called on him to help her to bed, into which he lays her; she was not well gone when she fell to her bottle, taking two or three hearty gluts, when she roars out murder, I'm poisoned, I'm poisoned. Bocking and purging began, and the neighbours were called in: she lays her blood upon poor Leper, and tells how such an honest woman brought her a'e bottle as another was done,