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 23 what fine sport it will be when we are all drowning, to see how that man’s red nose will make the water biz when it comes a- yout it;" at which words they all fell a laughing and cherished the crew, so that they made another attempt to weather but, and got all safe ashore at last.

Volvi Falkirk's Love- Letter to the Fiddler's Widow.

My lovely Bet, the beauty of old age, thy hoary head, and louching shoulders incline to mortality ; yet I will compare Thee to the Eagle that has renewed her Youth, or leek with a white head and a green tail; this comes to thee with my kind compliments for kisses of thy lips And the kindness I had for thy late bed- ellow, Fiddler Pate, my brother pension- er ; ah ! how we drank others health with the broe of the bucket ewes, we brought From boughts of the German Boors ; but It's nonsense to praise the dead, when in the dust, yet a better Vialer never sreed- ed on a silken cord, or kittled a cat’s wi’ his finger-ends, his elbows were sup- ple as an eel, and his fingers dabbed at