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Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
“ This is my own, my native land!"
IN THREE VOLUMES.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Esq.
“THE PLEASURES OF HOPE,”
&c. &c. &c.
MARCH 27th, 1816.
Ye've heard this while how I've been licket,
And sair me sheuk;
And turned a neuk.'
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.