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 On the Sabbath morning I came into the houſe, the goodman aſked me if I could ſhave any, yes ſaid I, but never did upon the Sabbath-day; I fancy, ſaid he, you are ſome Weſtland Whig? Sir, ſaid I, you may ſuppoſe me to be what you think proper to-day, but yeſternight you uſed me like a Tory, when you ſent me into a ſtye to lie in the ſow's oxter, who is a fitter companion for a devil than any human creature; the abominableſt brute upon the earth, ſaid I, who was forbidden to be eaten under the law, and curſed under the goſpel: Be they cursed or be they bleſſed, ſaid he, I wiſh I had a-new of them; but an ye will not take off my beard, ye's get nae meat here the day; then, said I, if ye will not give me meat and drink for money, until the Sabbath be paſt, I'll take on my wallet, and go along with you to the kirk, and tell your miniſter, how you uſed me as a hog; no, ſaid the goodwife, you ſhall not want your crowdie, man. But my heart being full of ſorrow, and revenge, a few of them ſufficed me, whereon I paſt over that long day, and at night went to ſleep with my old companions, which was not found, being afraid of miſtreſs ſow's coming to revenge the quarrel we had the night before

On the morning I went into the houſe, the goodman ordered me the pottage pot to lick, for, ſays he, it is an old property to chapman. Well, I had no ſooner begun to it, than out came a great big mastiff dog from below the bed, and gripes me by the breaſt, then turns me over upon my back, and takes the pot himſelf: Ay, ay, ſaid the goodman, I think your brother pot-licker and you cannot agree about your breakfaſt? A well, ſaid I, goodman, you ſaid the pot-licking was a chapman's property, but your dog proves the contrary: So away I comes, and meeting the good wife at the door, bids her farewell for ever; but what, ſaid I, is your huſband's name?