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some of the party insisted it was already paid; how ever, Will happened not to be of that opinion, and true to his integrity, bawled out with all his might in the midst of the sermon, "No, no, by my faith it's no pay't, we have had just a'e half-mutchkin, an' twa bottles o' ale and there's no a fardin o't pay't.
GRAVE.DIGGER OF SORN. The Grave-digger of Sorn, Ayrshire, was as selfish and as mean a sinner as over handled mattock, or carried mortcloth. He was a quarrelsome and dis- contented old man, with a voice like the whistle of the wind thro' a key-hole. On a black Sunday after- noon in the country, an acquaintance from a neigh- bouring parish accosted him one day, and asked how the world was moving with him, “Oh very puirly, sir, very puirly indeed," was the answer, “ the yard has done naething ava for us this summer, if yo like to believe me, I havna buired a lovin' soul this sax weeks.”
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