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enter’d James, Hab saw and ken’d him, and offer’d kindly to befriend him. Hab, leave my mill yet;—but step ye west the kill bowshot, and ye’ll find my harne : warm ye, and crack wi’ our dame. Arriv’d, he knock'd, for doors were , raight thro’ a window Bessie keekit. and cries, “ Wha’s that gi’es fowk a right, At sic untimeous time of night ?” mes, with good humour maist discreetly, Auld her his circumstance completely. dinna ken ye (quoth the wife), And up and down the thieves are rife; Hae, there’s a key, gang in your way At the neist door, there's braw air strae; Streek down upon’t my lad, and learn They’re no ill lodg’d that get a bara." Tus after meikie chtter clatter, fand he tne matter. And since it mightna better be, 'resignation took the key, lock’d the burn—clam up the mou, Theree was an opening near the, which he saw a glen of light, That gae diversion to the sight: this be quickly could descern barn; and the this rive was in the wa' done within the house he saw; aaw ( what ought not to be seen, and scarce gae credit to his een,) e parish priest, of  fame, active courtship with the dame !—