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me with your bad fortune of the dish of sewins, 

 and the duck Moggy drest, when she flung it 

 into the fire, to singe off the feathers. 



Am. Why thus to reflect on the country-ab- 

 surdities ? Had you been then in place, distress' d 

 as we were, I doubt not but that duck had gone 

 daintily down, notwithstanding you think it so 

 sluttishly cook'd. Hunger at no time solicits 

 sauce to incite ; and necessity as little as any 

 thing disputes dainties. The landskip of want 

 invades natural strength, and reads lectures le- 

 gibly in any man's features. But the manner of 

 their cookery, or rather Scotish sluttery, I'll tell 

 you the story, and how it was. 



Theoph. I shall be very attentive, 



Am. Near the English promontories stands 

 the town of Jedard, whose skirts are wash'd by 

 the famous Tweed. But westward from thence 

 (and inclining yet more norward) are the remark- 

 able antiquities and ruins of Bog-hall ; and not 

 far from thence is the admirable Tintaw, a pro- 

 digious mountain over-looking the Marshes. 

 From whence, or from Erricsteen (that's not far 

 from it) there issue forth three eminent and con- 

 siderable rivers ; as that of the Tweed, Loyd, 

 and the river Annon : But of these three rivers 

 we shall discourse more at large, as opportunity 

 presents in its proper place. 



And now let's advance to our country cottage, 



