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John. Na ſtir, wel wat am neither poor nor yet mean, y mither's fairly yerdet now, guide be thanket, and ft a' ſhe had to Maggy and me.

Miniſter. But hear ye this John, ye muſt not kiſs any ther woman nor your own wife, live juſtly like another oneſt chriſtian, and you'll come to die well.

John. A black end on me ſtir, if ever I lay a unlaw- l leg upon hiſſie again, an they fude lie down to me, hile our Maggy leſts; and for dying, there's nae fear that, but I'll no get fair play if ye an' a' the aulder uk in the pariſh be not dead before me, ſo I hae done i' ye now.

An EPITAPH.

HERE lies the duſt of John Bell's Mither, Againſt her will, death's brought her hither; Clapt in this hole, hard by his dady, Death ſnatch'd her up, or ſhe was ready; ang might ſhe liv'd wer't not her wame, But wha can live beyond their time? There's none laments her but the futer, o here the lies looking about her; Looking about her! how can that be? Yes, ſhe ſees her ſtate better than we.