146 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



to whom she contributes all her accommodations. 

 Now over this Tay, at the north end of the town, 

 there stood a stone bridg that leads to Kennule ; 

 a mountanous place that tantaliz'd the taylor 

 with an invisible stone : it's a pleasant story, 

 but I'm unwilling to tell it, lest fearing to draw 

 the maleson of the natives upon me. 



Theoph. Never trouble your self with that ; 

 was it my task, I should venture a relation free- 

 ly, with all the circumstances, whatever came 

 on't. 



Am. I think I dread their clamour as little as 

 any body ; therefore I'le proceed, and tell you 

 the story. In this town of St Johnstons liv'd 

 a pragmatical taylor, (as taylors, you know, for 

 the most part are) but here they call a taylor 

 master-fashioner forsooth, and that you must 

 know makes him one step higher. But to the 

 story. This infatuated taylor, with some other 

 idle coxcombs, in all respects as conceited as him- 

 self, w^ent on a certain time to these mountains 

 of Kennule, to search thereabouts for an invisi- 

 ble stone, that accidentally slipt from a stranger's 

 hand, as he carelessly rid along to view the coun- 

 try. This strange accident made a horrible noise 

 all here about ; and all diligence possible was 

 used by the taylor and his nitty companions to 

 find this stone ; yet the stone was invisible. 



Now amongst the rest of our admirers, the 



