"Ye ken my fouk, friend; can ye tell me gin my faather's alive ?" _A_.--"Hout, na; he's deed." _Q_.--"Deed! What did he dee o'?
was it fever ?" _A_.--"Na, it wasna fever." _Q_.--"Was it cholera ?" _A_.--"Na." The question being pressed, the stranger drily said, "Sheep," and then he accompanied the ominous word by delicately and significantly pointing to the jugular under his ear.

The man had been hanged for sheep-stealing! It must always be amusing for Scotsmen to meet in distant lands, and there to play off on each other the same dry, quaint humour which delighted them in their native land, and in their early days at home.

An illustration of this remark has been communicated by a kind correspondent at Glasgow.

Mrs.Hume, a true Scot, sends me the following dialogue, accompanied by a very clever etching of the parties, from the Melbourne _Punch_, August 17, 1871, headed "Too Poor,--_Night of Waverley Concert_." _Southron_ .-- You here, Mac! you ought to have been at the concert, you know.

Aren't you one of the 'Scots wha hae ?' _Mac_ .-- Indeed no.