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Mes J. And what ſhall we do with theſe odious perſons?
Elders. Indeed, ſir we ſee not what we can make o' them.
Meſs J. Make of them! we'll exclude them from all church boneſit, and lay them under the leſſer excomunication.
Mith. Indeed ſtir, tak your mind o't, as our cat dit o' the haggis, when ſhe ſupped it a' an than crap into the bag. If ye winna chriſen the wean, ye canna hinder us to ca a cog fu' o' water on't, an ca it ony thing we like.
So out ſhe goes, ſhutting Jocky before her, ſo John went and piſht on the auld miniſter's widow's gavel, and there was nae mair about it that day.
How Jocky and his mother went to ſet his baſtard.
NOW Jockey and his mither came hame together, chick for chew, cracking like twa hand guns. I true I hae fought a battle this day, and won the field accordingly, whan I hae conquered a' the kankard caules about the kirk.
Jock. Indeed mither I think ye'er a better man nor the miniſter; an gin ye had aritmattock an Latin, to ken the kittle figures you may preach as well as he.
Mith. I true Jock lad, their black ſtool o' ſham repentance ne'er got ſic a rattle as I hae gient the day.
Jock. Na, na, mither at the whoremongers that e'er ſet a hip on't kens na ſae muckle about the auld foundation o't as ye do.
