An' thin, they'll try you, an' try you, as if you was goin' to be hanged." The poor old soul had evidently only a narrow view of the necessities and difficulties which beset the labours of the Board of Guardians at a time like this.

On our way back to town one of my friends told me that he "had met a sexton the day before, and had asked him how trade was with him.

The sexton replied that it was "Varra bad--nowt doin', hardly." "Well, how's that ?" asked the other.

"Well, thae sees," answered the sexton, "Poverty seldom dees.

There's far more kilt wi' o'er-heytin' an' o'er-drinkin' nor there is wi' bein' pinched.".