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Miss Simpkinson and her sister acted as brides-maids on the occasion; the former wrote an epithalamium, and the latter cried "Lassy me!" at the clergyman's wig. Some years have since rolled on; the union has been crowned with two or three tidy little off-shoots from the family tree, of whom Master Neddy is "grandpapa's darling," and Mary Anne mamma's particular "Sock."

"Why, madam," said she, taking up the corner of her apron, "I came by it in an odd way, too. You must know my Betty is sick, so I came with the milk myself, though it's not what I'm used to; for my Betty you know my Betty?" said she, turning round to the old woman, "my Betty serves you, and she's a tight and stirring lassy, ma'am, I can assure "

"Ye are doing what nae mon i' the toon daur; ye are a bauld, unwise lassy." "It's you mak me bauld," was the instant reply. Oh, Sandy Liston, hoow could ye think to put an enemy in your mooth to steal awa your brains!" "This 's no Newhaven chat; wha lairns ye sic words o' power?" "A deed mon!" "I would na wonder, y' are no canny; she's ta'en a' the poower oot o' my body, I think."

"A glorious day for the ruins!" said young Ingoldsby. "But Charles, what the deuce are you about? you don't mean to ride through our lanes in such toggery as that?" "Lassy me!" said Miss Julia Simpkinson, "won't yo' be very wet?" "You had better take Tom's cab," quoth the squire. But this proposition was at once over-ruled; Mrs.

P. was silenced, and betook himself to the bottled stout. "These lands," continued the antiquary, "were held in grand serjeantry by the presentation of three white owls and pot of honey " "Lassy me! how nice!" said Miss Julia. Mr. Peters licked his lips. "Pray give me leave, my dear owls and honey, whenever the king should come a rat-catching into this part of the country."

"Lassy me!" said Miss Julia Simpkinson, "how long you have been gone!" And so they had. The remark was a very just as well as a very natural one. They were gone a long while, and a nice cosy chat they had; and what do you think it was all about, my dear miss? "O lassy me! love, no doubt, and the moon, and eyes, and nightingales, and "