More than one lusty boat, laden with Bordeaux wine, has left the South Shore to discharge its burden under the Castle of Kinfauns.

I have some right to speak of that, who was the merchant importer." "And," said Dwining, with his squeaking voice, "I could speak of delicate confections, curious comfits, loaves of wastel bread, and even cakes of that rare and delicious condiment which men call sugar, that have gone thither to help out a bridal banquet, or a kirstening feast, or suchlike.

But, alack, Bailie Craigdallie, wine is drunk, comfits are eaten, and the gift is forgotten when the flavour is past away.

Alas! neighbour, the banquet of last Christmas is gone like the last year's snow." "But there have been gloves full of gold pieces," said the magistrate.
"I should know that who wrought them," said Simon, whose professional recollections still mingled with whatever else might occupy his mind.
"One was a hawking glove for my lady.

I made it something wide.