By the Regiam, Fairford--Daddie Fairford--lend us twal pennies to buy sneeshing, mine is done--Macer, call another cause.' The box fell from his hands, and his body would at the same time have fallen from the chair, had not I supported him.
'This is intolerable,' said my father--'Call a chairman, James Wilkinson, to carry this degraded, worthless, drunken beast home.' When Peter Peebles was removed from this memorable consultation, under the care of an able-bodied Celt, my father hastily bundled up the papers, as a showman, whose exhibition has miscarried, hastes to remove his booth.

'Here are my memoranda, Alan,' he said, in a hurried way; 'look them carefully over--compare them with the processes, and turn it in your head before Tuesday.

Many a good speech has been made for a beast of a client; and hark ye, lad, hark ye--I never intended to cheat you of your fee when all was done, though I would have liked to have heard the speech first; but there is nothing like corning the horse before the journey.

Here are five goud guineas in a silk purse--of your poor mother's netting, Alan--she would have been a blithe woman to have seen her young son with a gown on his back--but no more of that--be a good boy, and to the work like a tiger.' I did set to work, Darsie; for who could resist such motives?
With my father's assistance, I have mastered the details, confused as they are; and on Tuesday I shall plead as well for Peter Peebles as I could for a duke.

Indeed, I feel my head so clear on the subject as to be able to write this long letter to you; into which, however, Peter and his lawsuit have insinuated themselves so far as to show you how much they at present occupy my thoughts.