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necessary and gave thirty shillin' for it. An' one day I went 

 off, and I'd gotten into t' waders and were reyt well rigged 

 out ; my rod lewked splendid, and my flies fluttered about in 

 t' breeze. Eh ! barn, but it were grand, I tell ye, an' afore 

 I geet tut t' river, I bed to cross a grave-yard and there were 

 a chap sat on a tombstoan eatin' a pasty, and he axed to 

 lewk at my tackle, an' I showed it him, and at after he'd 

 lewked, he offered me two and thirty shillin' for it ; soa I 

 selled it him, an' I've nivver bought none since, and that's 

 all t' fly fishin' at ivver I bed." 



A little fellow, who had been dining not wisely but too 

 well in the town of Kirkcaldy, took a short cut across the 

 parish graveyard, and had the misfortune to take a header 

 into a newly-dug grave. There he fell asleep not being 

 much worse for his fall and he slept on comfortably in his 

 cold quarters for some hours, until at length he was awoke 

 by a tremendous blast from the foghorn of a steamboat 

 moored at the jetty just below. It was natural, I suppose, 

 that as he opened his eyes and saw where he was, he should 

 mistake the portentous trumpeting for something much 

 more awful. Raising himself slowly, he calmly looked round 

 the graveyard and surveyed the other tombs with an anxious 

 eye, on the look-out for someone else. Finding, however, 

 that no one else put in an appearance, he thus delivered 

 himself, " Ma conscience, I'm the only man saved ! It's a 

 poor show for Kirkcaldy." 



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A correspondent, who said he had had the misfortune to 

 be "run" by bulls on the river bank, wrote to know the 

 best remedy for bull. Personally I have never seen a bull 

 that would listen to reason ; that is the worst of a bull, he 

 is so stuck up and wants so much of his own way. For my 



