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comes the juvenile inquisitor, with his finger in his mouth, and cautiously reconnitres the personage before him. At last quoth the urchin, “Can ye soom?” “No my little fellow,” replied his grace, “I canna soom.” "Can ye flee?" "No, I canna flee. “Weel, man, for as muckle's ye're I wadna gie ane o' my father's dukes for ye, can baith soom an' flee."
A BANE TO PIKE.
Some boys diverting themselves in one of the streets of Edinburgh, observed on a door, a brass plate with Al--/-nd-r Guthrie, W. S. engraved on it. In their diverson, they broke a pane of glass in one of the windows, upon which Mrs. Guthrie and the maid sallied forth and seized one of the delinquents. “Ye young rascal, what's ye'r name?” says the lady, “Saundy," re- plied the boy. “What's ye'r ither name?" --"Guthrie." -— " Wha's ye'r mither?”-- “My mither sells burd's cages."---"Whar does she live?"--"I' the Patter Raw.”-- "Wha's ye'r father?” --“I dinna ken." --“ Do ye no ken ye'r father?”_--“Na! he ne'er comes but whan it's dark, an' nae- body kens bit my mither." Upon hearing this, the lady in a passion let go her victim, and running into the room where her hus- band was sitting, fell a-scolding him like a