(7) Tron the day? Ehey tell me ſhe's in wis the ſharny rail.d mare; if ye wad tell her to gang to Captain C. -'s, an lee if he'll be bail for me, for we Herve him wi' coals. Andrew. A'll do ſae Rab man, am very wae to Hee you there man! What will he the price oʻt, war ye? Coalman. They tell me it'll be a red half-ginney. Andrew. Fare ye well Rab; an the deil ſpeed the dearthi o't, faith I wiſh I may never ken what the price oʻt is. At laſt Andrew wags aff wi' his Sour milk horſe and barrels, and runs and leaves the Coalman not in Izle beſt humour; and for hurry to be out of the town, the frighted his horſe, and away he ſtronted like a mad man or a daft horſe, up paſt a ginſh bread wife's door, and down the Weſt Bow, oft goes one barrel anongſt a wife's piggs, ond another on a ſalt wife's head, and knocked her on her lips. Andrew ſtill running after his four-milk horſe (crying, Deil's is the beaſt, I've loſt my barrels), he fell at the corn- market an broke his noſe on a Glaſgow cart, and went out of the town with a dy'd face : The horſe and him directed their race to Calder ; but was never ſeen in Edinburgh ſince. Obſervations on the precceding Dialogue, by J. B. Trough this book I have obſerved ſeveral things First, The uncommon Dialogue between the Coalman and his Son, their manner of acting. Secondly How Duncan Macalpin was ſo ill uſed thereby : how the town's globs were ſo idiotly bro ken: how the water bole when coal Johnny was made priſozer in it, did not ſatisfy him; the iron glass windows afforded him no pleaſure; his neigh- bour went off without giving his aſſiſtance, when be
