The Bards of Angus and the Mearns; An Anthology of the Counties

The Bards of Angus and the Mearns; An Anthology of the Counties

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ... I Peace be wi' ye: A grave-stane's a' that I can gie ye; But some day soon I '11 come an' see ye, My grannie! A GAS METER. j And make thee, colic-stricken, yield, alas! I Of fa'tid vapours quite as much as gas. I need not ask thee if the (las Directors, Hungering for big annuities, have planned This rapid motion of the hidden Hectors That guide the progress of thy tiny hand, The better to induce the Arbitrator To make the value of their " business " greater. Since first thy form was in this press erected, Some strange events have happened in the town. We've seen a Cowgate Junto, self-elected, On civic Council with contempt look down; 'While (las shareholders have so selfish grown I As to ignore all interests save their own. Hast thou not heard the terrible " to do" There's been about thee these two sessions past? How Magistrates, Directors, merchants too, Have made St. Stephen's bobbies look aghast, As, earwigging M.P.'s, both great and small, They bustled up and down Westminster Hall? Meter of Gas--mysterious apparatus! Unconscionable register of lies! Deceptive indicator, who of late thus Has made my gas accounts so strangely rise-The iarlance ended; Monk confounded Stood speechless, motionless, astounded, Cast down his een, and hung his lugs An'.screwed his chaffs as pert as Pug's. Meanwhile, John kept baith watch an' ward, Resolved the pawkie boy to guard, 0' every movement to be heedfu' An' to repel by force if needfu'. Amid Monk's luggage, John espied A something Monk was fain to hide, A ponderous box, wi' bolt an' bar, Secured as dusky dungeons are. "Pandora's box.'' cried John, " Ods rot em! Hopeless most li kely at the hot torn!" Wi that he leapt among the trunks An' knocked the luckless box to spunks!...
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  • Paperback | 342 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 18mm | 612g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236511999
  • 9781236511997