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A NOVEL.

Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

“ This is my own, my native land !”
Whose heart has ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand?

SCOTT.

IN THREE VOLUMES

VOL. I.

LONDON:
PRINTED FOR GALE AND FENNER,

PATERNOSTER-ROW,
By S. Hamilton, Weybridge, Surrey.

1816.

244. p. 235

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ST. CLYDE.

CHAPTER I.

Ye've heard this while how I've been licket,
And by fell death was nearly nicket;
Grim loon! he gat me by the fecket,

And sair me sheuk;
But by gude luck I lap a wicket,

And turned a neuk.'

BURNS.

MACTAGGART, the postmaster of Bute, arranging, one morning, the letters for delivery that came over from the Largs, found one addressed to Mr. Whiggans, and which was not sealed. Discovering a letter of unusual size open, curiosity prompted Mactaggart to unfold it, but what was his surprise to find its contents an invoice of prohibited goods.

VOL. I.

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