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Duke, doffed his bonnet, made a profound referential bow, and said, "O, my lord ye maunna be angry wi' me, but it's Heeven's truth, my lord, there's a daft wee callant o' mine that canna rest nor let ither rest nicht nor day, he has ta'en in his head sic a notion o' seein' what like you are, gud sake, my lord; I dinna think he has ony yedeea ye are a man at a', but some far-away, outlandish, ower-the sea creature." The Duke, mightily tickled with this fancy, desired Jamie to bring the youngster into his presence forthwith. Out comes the juvenile inquisitor with his finger in his mouth, and cautiously reconnoitres the personage before him. At last quoth the urchin, "Can you soom?" "No, my little fellow," replied his Grace, "I canna soom." "Can you flee?" No, I canna flee." "Well, man for as muckle's ye're, I wadna gi'e ane ma fayther's dukes for ye; for they can baith soom an' flee!"

PARAGRAPH ON PARRITCE

Once upon a time, a worthy tradesman who had his "wonn" in a certain populous city "i' the wast," was in the habbit of nightly indulging a predilection for a comfortable lounge in an auction-room, where he managed to procure a fund of ease and amusement sufficient to dissipate the effects