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Well said, Willie, says my Lord; but who puts on the sow's nose again?
A fegs, my Lord, said Willie, she's honester like wantin't, an' she'll bite nae mair arses wi't. An ye had hane a nose, my Lord, as lang as the sow, ye'd been obliged to ony body it wad cut a piece aft.
A gentleman coming past near their town, asked one of their wives where their College stood ? Said she, gie me a shilling an' I'll let you see baith sides o't. He gives her the shilling, think- ing to see something curious. Now, says she, there's ae side of your shilling, and there's the ither: so it is mine now.
There was a custom in Bucky-harbour, when they got a hearty drink, that they went down to dance among the boats, and two or three of the oldest went into a boat to see the rest dance; and when they admitted a burgher there was always a dance. One day
