Instead of plaids and philibegs, and trews, they were, henceforth, to be clothed in coats and in waistcoats, and (worst of all) in BREECHES!!!

A Pedestrian'''ess.—A widow upwards of 60 years of age, betted last week, to walk 92 miles in 24 hours.

He did a terrible job, and then charged more than twice the going rate for it!

For, though the winds had sunk to rest, / There still did lurk within the breast / Of ocean’s vast profundity / The dying spark, that still might be / With all its former fiercity / Relit, like the dying ashes / Of the fire that once did burn, / Still now sends forth some dying flash / Whose former strength might soon return, / If winds upon its embers blew / The latent sparks to life anew:[…]