Scottish Notes and Queries, Volume 3

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John Bulloch
D. Wyllie and Son, 1890 - Scotland
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Page 119 - In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD, and the pots in the Lord's house shall be like the bowls before the altar. Yea, every pot in Jerusalem, and in Judah shall be holiness unto the Lord of hosts...
Page 85 - Cant' is, by some people, derived from one Andrew Cant, who, they say, was a presbyterian minister in some illiterate part of Scotland, who by exercise and use had obtained the faculty, alias gift, of talking in the pulpit in such a dialect, that it is said he was understood by none but his own congregation, and not by all of them.
Page 41 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Page 18 - Laws may be operated by an unlicensed person, shall be inspected internally and externally once each year, between the first day of June and the first...
Page 124 - Foul fare kith and kin of you — why do you tarry?" "To tame your fierce temper!" quoth she. "Shove him quick in the Hole, shut him fast for a week: Cold, darkness and hunger work wonders: Who lion-like roars now, mouse-fashion will squeak, And 'it rains' soon succeed to 'it thunders.
Page 130 - O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us!
Page 103 - Prayer, that fell into verse when it was read either backward or forward, excepting only that it cursed one way, and blessed the other.
Page 42 - Jesus, that was of a Virgin born, Was pricked both with nail and thorn; It neither wealed nor belled, rankled nor boned In the name of Jesus no more shall this. Or, thus:— Christ was of a Virgin born; And he was pricked with a thorn; And it did neither bell, nor swell, And I trust in Jesus this never will.
Page 124 - MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed I catch thee? Death-doomed by our Law of the Border! We've a gallows outside and a chiel to despatch thee : Who trespasses — hangs: all 's in order.
Page 77 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down -went the Royal George, "With all her crew complete.

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