SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1872.

But the Whiskey's sae guid that I doubt- she maun wait a wee. Of Patience my lassie has got a great share Happy he's wedded to whae there's economy, Call in the Waiter "We'll hae a Drap mair"- Sae come noble waiter bring's in a big Noggin I mean a full pint of your best "Innishowen" And when that is done I intend to be joggin Wi the canniest- of care We'll gang merrily hame- Here's "God Bless us a'" and I hope that's nae treason The Whiskey begins for to speak in my ear, Guid nicht- and safe hame until some ither season, We'll a' meet in friendship and hae a Drap Mair. "A decidedly good Scotch Drinking Song although all the allusions seem to point to Ireland - Was he an Exile, or an Emigrant-?

Author Unknown -

"The Baby Died" They came together to see me The Old woman Said and sighed "One was tall the other was small I think the little one died"- She had a trick of sighing And she heeded not- what she said But Oh! how could she say to me "Is the little one dead"?

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