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back in a few minutes, crying, * Hae ! ' The minister, too 

 eager to be scrutinizing, took a long deep pincb, and then 

 said, * Whour did you get it ? ' * I soupit (swept) the poupit,' 

 was John's expressive reply. The minister's accumulated 

 superfluous Sabbath snuff now came into good use." 



44 Near the Highlands, 

 Where the dry lands 

 Are divided into islands, 

 And distinguish'd from the mainland 

 As the Western Hebrides. 



" Stormy weather, 

 Those who stay there, 

 Oftentimes for weeks together 

 Keep asunder from their neighbors, 

 Hemm'd about by angry seas. 



"For, storm-batter'd, 

 Boats are shattered, 

 And their precious cargoes scatter'd 

 In the boist'rous Sound of Jura, 

 Or thy passage, Colonsay ; 



