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NOTES AND QUERIES. [io* s. i. MAY u, im.
Duncan MacGirdie's mare. liv. (See EvanMac-
eombich's application of this phrase.)
Guy Mannering.
Downright Dunstable. Chap, xvi. (Also in ' Red- gauntlet,' xvii.)
A gentleman who was much disposed to escape from Coventry. xxxii. (See 'St. Ronan's Well,' xii.;
He'll be a Teviotdale tup tat ane, tat's for keeping ta crown o' ta causeway tat gate. xxxvi.
You 're right, Dandle spoke like a Hieland oracle. 1. (Also in ' Old Mortality,' xliv.) The Antiquary.
For Aiken was ane o' the kale-suppers o' Fife. Chap. iv.
I canna take mair [care] if his hair were like that is, as white as] John Harlowe's. viii.
A Highland heart. ix.
It's written like John Thomson's wallet, frae end 1x> end. xv.
Have we got Hiren here? We 'II have no swag-
- gering, youngsters. xix. (See ' 2 Henry IV.,' ii. iv.,
twice.)
Ye wot weel 1 sought nane and gat nane, like Michael Scott's man. xxviii.
The deil gaed o'er Jock Wabster. xxix. (Also in ' Rob Roy,' xiv. and xxvi.)
Highland bail. xxix.
It's just a Kelso convoy, a step and a half ower "the door-stane. xxx.
He that will to Cupar maun to Cupar. xlii. (See 'The Bride of Lammermoor,' xviii., and ' Rob Roy,' xxviii.)
Old Mortality.
Saint Johnstone's tippet. Chap. vii. (See
- Waverley,' xxxix.)
It 's ill sitting at Rome and striving wi' the Pope. viii.
You have been reading Geneva print this morning already. xi. (See also ' Redgauntlet,' chap, [not Letter] xiii. " Geneva text.")
D' ye think I am to be John Tamson's man, and maistered by woman a' the days o' my life? xxx viii.
Lady Margaret, ye speak like a Highland oracle. xliv. (See 'Guy Mannering,' 1.) Rob Roy.
The deil's ower Jock Wabster. Chap. xiv. and xxvi. (See 'The Antiquary,' xxix.)
He 's like Giles Heathertap's auld boar ye need but shake a clout at him to mak him turn and gore. xxi.
Ye'll cool and come to yoursell, like Mac-Gibbon's crowdy when he set it out at the window-bole.
XXV.
He has a kind o' Hieland honesty he 's honest .-ter a sort, as they say. xxvi.
A Hieland plea. xxvi.
As plain as Peter Pasley's pike-staff. xxvi.
The truth is that Rob is for his ain hand, as Henry Wyrid feught he '11 take the side that suits him best. xxvi.
It's ill taking the breeks aff a Hielandman. xxvii. (See also ' Waverley,' xlviii., and ' The Fortunes of Nigel,' v.)
Forth [the river] bridles the wild Highlandman. xxviii. (See ' The Bride of Lammermoor,' xii.)
A wilfu' man will hae his way them that will to upar maun to Cupar. xxviii. (See 'The Anti- quary,' xlii., and 'The Bride of Lammermoor,' xviii.)
It's a far cry to Lochow. xxix. (See 'The Legend of Montrose,' xii.)
It's a bauld moon, quoth Bennygask another
pint, quoth Lesley. xxix.
Sic grewsome wishes that they suld dee the
death of Walter Cuming of Guiyock. xxx. (A foot-note states that "the expression, Walter of Guiyock's curse, is proverbial.")
They '11 keep a Hielandman's word wi' us I never kend them better it 's ill drawing boots upon trews. xxxii.
A Jeddart [Jedburgh] cast : i.e., a legal trial after punishment. xxxvi. (See ' The Fair Maid of Perth,' xxxii.)
The Heart of Mid-Lothian.
But he 's as gleg [sharp] as Mac Keachan's elshin [awl] that ran through sax plies of bend-leather [six folds of thick sole-leather], and half an inch into the king's heel. xvii.
Bark,Bawtie, and be dune wi't. xviii. Bawtie is the name of a dog (see 'Waverley,' xxxvi., spelt " Bawty "), but Meg Murdockson uses the saying in a personal sense.
Why, when it 's clean without them [bad com- pany] I '11 thatch Groby pool wi' pancakes. xxix.
They hold together no better than the men of Marsham when they lost their common. xxix.
Grantham gruel, nine grots and a gallon of water. xxix.
The same again, quoth Mark of Bellgrave. xxix.
Leap, Lawrence, you 're long enough. xxix.
Dutch courage. xxx. (See ' Redgauntlet,' xv., and ' Woodstock,' xii.)
She's as fast asleep as if she were in Bedford- shire. xxx.
The land of Nod. xxx.
I will be sworn she was not born at Witt-ham. xxxii. Note : A proverbial and punning expres- sion in that county [Lincolnshire], to intimate that a person is not very clever.
A Leicester plover, i.e., a bag-pudding. xxxiii.
Een [eyes] like a blue huntin' hawk's, which gaed throu' and throu' me like a Hieland durk. xxxix. (Hardly a proverb perhaps.)
It is our Highland privilege to take from all what we. want, and to give to all what they want. xxxix.
If Skiddaw hath a cap, Criffel wots full weel of that. xl. [See Wordsworth's ' Poems,' ed. 1858, iii. 240. Note, with a quotation from Drayton referring to Skiddaw and Scruffel, i.e., Criffel.)
I was like the Mayor of Altrincham, who lies in bed whilst his breeches are mending. xiv.
The Bride of Lammermoor.
The things are a' lying here awa, there awa, like the Laird o' Hotchpotch's lands. xi.
He that will to Cupar maun to Cupar. xviii. See ' Rob Roy,' xxviii., and ' The Antiquary,' xlii.)
The Legend of Montrose. It is a far cry to Lochow. xii. See also 'Rob Roy,' xxix.)
JONATHAN BOUCHIER. Ropley, Alresford, Hants.
(To be continued.)
and
THE PREMIER GRENADIER OF FRANCE. It is
well known that, although descended from one
of the most distinguished families of France,
La Tour d'Auvergne persisted to the last in
