When Barns's buirdliest' barrowman, Deeming the battle now had come To touch-and-go, conceived a plan To gar wud Watty Strang succumb ; Therefore, unpouching His knife, he crouching Cut belly-band, rope, and rigwiddie,” Whareby the cart, wi' sudden start, Flew backwarts, whummlet hiddygiddie.

The legacy of the Springtime of Nations in Hungary was double-edged.

For they ſhall yet belye thy happy yeeres, That ſay thou art a man: Dianas lip Is not more ſmooth, and rubious: thy ſmall pipe Is as the maidens organ, ſhrill, and ſound, And all is ſemblatiue a womans part.

As for Bradly, he reclined in kingly ease, smoking austerely, and ejecting a grunt at intervals into her narrative, confessing an interest in it.