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comes the juvenile inquisitor, with his finger
in his mouth, and cautiously reconnitres the
personage before him. At last quoth the
urchin, “Can ye soom?” “No my little
fellow,” replied his grace, “I canna soom.”
"Can ye flee?" "No, I canna flee.
“Weel, man, for as muckle's ye're I wadna
gie ane o' my father's dukes for ye,
can baith soom an' flee."
A BANE TO PIKE.
Some boys diverting themselves in one
of the streets of Edinburgh, observed on a
door, a brass plate with Al--/-nd-r
Guthrie, W. S. engraved on it. In their
diverson, they broke a pane of glass in one
of the windows, upon which Mrs. Guthrie
and the maid sallied forth and seized one of
the delinquents. “Ye young rascal, what's
ye'r name?” says the lady, “Saundy," re-
plied the boy. “What's ye'r ither name?"
--"Guthrie." -— " Wha's ye'r mither?”--
“My mither sells burd's cages."---"Whar
does she live?"--"I' the Patter Raw.”--
"Wha's ye'r father?” --“I dinna ken."
--“ Do ye no ken ye'r father?”_--“Na!
he ne'er comes but whan it's dark, an' nae-
body kens bit my mither." Upon hearing
this, the lady in a passion let go her victim,
and running into the room where her hus-
band was sitting, fell a-scolding him like a
