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"Ah, madame, vous me flattez trop," said the musician. By gar you do me infinite honor. This bottermilk”—taking a draught—" is beautiful-superb, magnifique-pretty well! Dis is your vin du pays, n'est-ce pas ? Permit that I drink your got-o-hel !"

"Tuts, man, what are you gab-gabbing at?" said the matron, "tak your pick and your drap, and keep your palavers for them that understan' them."

Monsieur Collon immediately drew in a chair and commenced operations; and, in the true spirit of Dugald Dalgetty, tucked in what might at least serve him for the next twenty-four hours. Thinking that the repast on the musician's part merited a digester, I pointed to the bottle, and suggested to him the propriety of taking some of the stomach-soothing elixir.

"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," said the Frenchman, shrugging his shoulders. "Dat blue ruin, as de Inglishman call it, do always put my whole head toujours into one flame. I vil rader take von oder drop of de Scottish vin du pays;" so saying, he approached the churn, which at that moment was standing at about an angle of seventy-five degrees, for the more effectually freeing it of its

contents.

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more of that stuff yet? Lord safe us! That's awfae !"

"Ne derangez-vous pas-I love dis ver moch, and vil now tak von oder gran drink of it,” putting his head into the churn. The gude wife, seeing the Frenchman's powdered wig and jaundiced visage within the precincts of what she, of all things, considered as sacred to cleanliness, and hearing him lapping the buttermilk, ran towards him, exclaiming," De'il's in the worriecow, is he gaun to pollute my hail kirn o'milk wi' his illfaured greasy gab and moosty pash!” while she accompanied the exclamation with a smart blow on the musician's back. Monsieur Collon, eager at the draught, and about precisely poised on the churn, no sooner received the blow, than it threw him off his balance, and, to the utter dismay of all present, he was instantly seen to pop head-foremost into the gaping vessel. The Frenchman's heels were of course the next moment kicking in the air, while a loud gurgling noise issued from the churn that demanded instant attention. In the twinkling of an eye I dashed forward, and seized the struggling musician by the limbs, and with one effort extricated the poor fellow from his wooden surtout. But what words can describe, or what pencil delineate, the absurd and ridiculous appearance of the half

drowned horn-blower! Gasping for breath, and struggling for vision, he stood before us in all the insignia of this new order of the Bath, with a countenance whose yellow wrinkles poured down streams of buttermilk, while adown his long queue a torrent rushed from the well-soaked fountain of his wig. The matron was in the deepest distress for having been the innocent cause of such a mishap to the poor Frenchman; and to an infinity of apologies added every exertion in her power to restore his garb and his temper to their former propriety.

While Monsieur Collon was busily making up matters with the matron and her mirror, the roll of a distant drum awakened our attention, and warned us of the necessity of an immediate retreat. Having each pulled a piece from our purse, we pressed it on the gudewife; but it was not till we qualified the gift by telling her to lay it out on something for her daughter, that she would consent to touch our silver.

On regaining the bridge, we learnt that the troop of Glasgow volunteer cavalry had, previous to our arrival, dispersed the whole pitch-fork belligerent band of mal-contents, who, after burning the parish records of Kilpatrick, had taken up a position on a neighbouring hill. There being no further danger apprehended, the idea