The Ayrshire Legatees

You will see by the newspapers that ther's a lection going on for

parliament. It maks my corruption to rise to hear of such doings, and if

I was a government as I'm but a woman, I woud put them doon with the

strong hand, just to be revenged on the proud stomaks of these het and

fou English.

We have gotten our money in the pesents put into our name; but I have had

no peese since, for they have fallen in price three eight parts, which is

very near a half, and if they go at this rate, where will all our legacy

soon be? I have no goo of the pesents; so we are on the look-out for a

landed estate, being a shure thing.

Captain Saber is still sneking after Rachel, and if she were awee

perfited in her accomplugments, it's no saying what might happen, for

he's a fine lad, but she's o'er young to be the heed of a family.

Howsomever, the Lord's will maun be done, and if there is to be a match,

she'll no have to fight for gentility with a straitent circumstance.

As for Andrew, I wish he was weel settlt, and we have our hopes that he's

beginning to draw up with Miss Argent, who will have, no doobt, a great

fortune, and is a treasure of a creeture in herself, being just as simple

as a lamb; but, to be sure, she has had every advantage of edication,

being brought up in a most fashonible boarding-school.

I hope you have got the box I sent by the smak, and that you like the

patron of the goon. So no more at present, but remains, dear Miss Mally,

your sinsaire friend, JANET PRINGLE.

"The box," said Miss Mally, "that Mrs. Pringle speaks about came last

night. It contains a very handsome present to me and to Miss Bell Tod.

The gift to me is from Mrs. P. herself, and Miss Bell's from Rachel; but

that ettercap, Becky Glibbans, is flying through the town like a spunky,

mislikening the one and misca'ing the other: everybody, however, kens

that it's only spite that gars her speak. It's a great pity that she

cou'dna be brought to a sense of religion like her mother, who, in her

younger days, they say, wasna to seek at a clashing."

Mr. Snodgrass expressed his surprise at this account of the faults of

that exemplary lady's youth; but he thought of her holy anxiety to sift

into the circumstances of Betty, the elder's servant, becoming in one day

Mrs. Craig, and the same afternoon sending for the midwife, and he

prudently made no other comment; for the characters of all preachers were

in her hands, and he had the good fortune to stand high in her favour, as

a young man of great promise. In order, therefore, to avoid any

discussion respecting moral merits, he read the following letter from

Andrew Pringle:-