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Donald at last said, ‘ Weel, weel, Sir, since there be no help for it, Donald maun e’en forgi’e her, but,’ turning to his two sons, ' may G—d d—n , you, Duncan and Rory, if you forgie her.’

A cleryman chose for his text the following words : ‘ Which of you will go up with me to Ramoth-Gilead ?’ Then pausing, he again and again repeated the words; when a gallant tar started from his seat, and looking round him, with an eye of indignation, he exclaimed, “ will none of you go with the worthy gentleman ? As for my part, I go for one !”

The Laird of M‘Nab was writting to one of his friends from an Edinburgh Coffee-house, when a gentleman of his acquaintance observed, that he was sitting at defiance the laws of ortho- graphy and grammar. ‘ D—n your blood !’ ex- claimed the Highland chieftain, ‘ how can a man write grammar with a pen like this ?’

A young woman of Dublin, apprehensive of some unhappy effects from an inflict amour, which she had for some time carried on with a Dutch sailor, mentioned her situation to a friend, who advised her to place her future offspring to her young master, as being the richer man of the two. ‘ I was thinking of that,’ replied the fair one, ‘ but then you know the child will discover all when it begins to speak Dutch.’

About the year thretty-sax, a company differ- ed, ‘ Whether it was better for a man to hae sons or doughters.’ They cou’d na gree, but