(8) heard of the high demands of the City guard , four- milk Andrew who loſt his barrels and his horſe, run off and did great damage going down the Weſt Bow. It is now two years ſince Andrew loſt his horſe : He thought his horſe went by the way of Mid Calder; and ſince he lost his horſe, he has been going from one kitchen to another, educating young girls in his old, buſineſs. Lucky for Andrew, the last Wedneſday, he ſaw his horſe in the Graſs market, and an Engliſh rider on him Andrew's heart and eyes watered at the fight. Andrew cried hoi, hoi, man: when the horſe ſaw Andrew he nickored; Andrew ran to his old companion, and the rider cried a Nen. Andrew cri- ed, Come down you ſon of a Mackalpin, I'll let you know you pock pudding dog that I am Sour-milk Andrew, and that you and my horſe ſhall go to the water hole. ADVERTISEMENT. THE honeſt honourable vulgarian company of Coal drivers, here offers a reward of twenty carts to any perſon who ſhall apprehend the Author of this week, and ſecure him in the clutches of Dun. can Mackalpin, who will elegantly entertain him with En days in the water hole for the polution of his name, and the frequent alarms given by the merry boys paſſing the Guard door, crying, Hurry out Tun- can Mackalpin, Hurry out Cots mercy, ter precking te Glibs. The printer like wile offers one hundred copies of the ſaid book (on certain other conditions) than bring him the Author, as he wants another of the fame, or many ſuch; for it had never been done within his door, had it not been for the ſake of ſilver, as coalmen are not to be mocked, eſpecially in cold weather ; neither ought the name of a Soldier to be taken in vain. FINIS.
