A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
SHAKSPEARE
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GUDE NEWS.
_Copied from an inscription over the fireplace of a public-house in
Edinburgh, the frequent resort of Burns._
Willie Christie tells them wha dinna ken, that he has a public house,
first door down Libbertown Wynd, in the Lawn Market, whaur he keeps the
best o' stuff; gude nappy Yill frae the best o' Bruars in big bottels an'
wee anes, an' Porter frae Lunnon o' a' sorts; Whuske as gude as in the
Toun, an o' a' strength, an' for cheapness ekwall to ony that's gaun.
Jinger Beer in wee bottells at Tippence, an' Sma' Beer for three bawbees
the twa bottels out of the house, an' a penny the bottel in.
N.B. Toddy cheap an' unco' gude if 'tis his ain mackin.
S.H.
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EPIGRAM.
Whilst Mary kissed her infant care,
"You like my lip," she cried, "my dear."
The smiling child, though half afraid,
Thus to her beauteous mother said:
"With me, mamma, oh, do not quarrel,
I thought your lip had been my coral."
E.A.W.
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AN EXPLETIVE.
A newspaper tells us that an _old_ woman died April 26, at Wolverhampton,
aged 150 years.
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