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( 13 ) wee pickles o' peaſe-meal; didna I fee't in their pocks? An the miniſter's wife gaes naething ava to unco beggars, but bids them gang hame to their ain pariſhes; and yet ye'll tak filler frae poor folks for naething bu' playing the loon a wee or they be married, an ſyne cock them up to be looked on, and laugh'd at by every body: A de'il ſpeed you an your juſtice, Sir:-Hute, tute, ye're a' coming on me like a wheen colly dogs hunting awa a poor ragget chapman frae the doorǃ- So out ſhe goes greeting and curſing them a'. Sandy is next called upon, and in he goes.

Miniſt.-Now, Sanders, you muſt tell us how this child was gotten?

Sandy.-A-now, Meſs John, ſir, ye hae bairns o' your ain, how did you get them? But your's is a' laddies, and mine is but a laſſie; if you'd tell me how you got your laddies, I'll tell you how I get my laſſie, an than we'll be baith alike good o' the trade.

The Miniſter look'd at him, very angry, and then ſaid, Hute, tute, Sanders, lay down four pund an a groat, an come back the morn to the ſtool an gie ſatisfaction to the congregation. You had more need to be ſeeking repentance for that abominable ſin of uncleanneſs than ſpeaking fo to me.

Sandy.-Then here's your filler, ſir, I've gotten but poor pennyworths ſor't, an ye tell me to repent for't; what the auld thief need I repent when I'm guun to marry the woman, an than I hae to do't o'er again every day,