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 A simple Highland girl, on her way home for the north, called the other day, as she passed by Crieff, upon an old master, with whom she had formerly served. Being kindly invited by him to share in the family dinner, and the usual ceremony of asking a blessing having been gone through, the poor girl, anxious to compliment, as she conceived, her ancient host, exclaimed, “Ah, master, ye maun hae a grand memory, for that’s the grace ye had when I was wi’ you seven years ago.”

A traveller domiciling at an American hotel, exclaimed one morning to the waiter, “What are you about, you black rascal, you have roused me twice from my sleep by telling me breakfast is ready, and now you are attemping to strip-off the bed-clothes: what do you mean?” “Why,” replied Pompey, “If you isn’t goin’ to