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A English vessel passing up the Clyde, fell in with a Highland Sloop coming down, which the captain of the former hailed with the usual salutation of “Sloop ahoy!” when the following conversation took place:—

C What’s your cargo? H Penlomon. C Where are you bound for? H Potatoes. C What’s your Captain’s name? H Proomala. C Where do you come from? H Yes; it’s a fine poat. C Will you take us on board? H Yesterday.

H, Duke of Buccleugh, was greatly beloved by his numerous tenantry. One of them yclept Jamie Howie, had a son about four ears of age, who having heard much of a great Duke of Buccleugh, was very anxious to see him. Honest Jamie, in a few days, being honoured with a visit from the