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 Jock. O yes, Stir, I’m no refusing to gie meat an meal to maintain it; but my mither winna lat me gae to the black-stool.

Just. O John, you must go to the black-stool, when you have been guilty of such a sinful action as deserves it: If you have any reasons why you should not go, argument it in the Session, an clear yourself if you can.— To which Jockey was obedient.

Off he goes to the Minister, and owns a' his fau’t to him; and Mess John desir’d him to appear before the congregation the next Sabbath-day, to be rebuked for his fau’t.

Jock. A-deed, Stir, I wad think naething tpto [sic] stan’ a time or twa on the black-stool, to please you, if there were naebody in the Kirk, on a uke-day, but you an the Elders to flyte a wee on me; but 'tis war on a Sunday, to hae a-body looking an laughing at me, as I had been coding the pease, sippin the kirn, or smething that’s no bonny, like pissing the bed.

Minst. A-weel John, never mind you these things, but come ye to the stool, it’s nothing when ’tis over, we cannot say o’er muckle to you about it.

Upon Sunday thereafter John comes with Uncle Rabby’s auld wide coat, a muckle grey lang-tail’d wig', an a big bonnet, which cover’d his face, so that he seem’d more like an old Pilgrim than a young forni atorfornicator [sic]; mounts the creepy wi’ a stiff, stiff back, as