Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 36 tomasW. Blackwood & Sons, 1834 |
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... TICKLER . SHEPHERD . As likely to be that as yoursell , Mr Tickler , and likelier too ; and a ' the warld would admire to see a bit canty callant or yelegant lassie trotting at his knee- TICKLER . " With all its mother's tenderness ...
... TICKLER . SHEPHERD . As likely to be that as yoursell , Mr Tickler , and likelier too ; and a ' the warld would admire to see a bit canty callant or yelegant lassie trotting at his knee- TICKLER . " With all its mother's tenderness ...
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... Tickler , to rax me owre thae oranges . TICKLER . They are suspiciously dark in the colour - but perhaps you like the bitter ? SHEPHERD . They're nae mair ceevil than yoursell - but genuine St Michaelers - and as they're but sma ...
... Tickler , to rax me owre thae oranges . TICKLER . They are suspiciously dark in the colour - but perhaps you like the bitter ? SHEPHERD . They're nae mair ceevil than yoursell - but genuine St Michaelers - and as they're but sma ...
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... TICKLER . Scudding under bare poles like you and I , James , without our wigs . SHEPHERD . Naething's mair intolerable to me than a constant attempp at wut . Be- sides , wha ever was seen either men or ships - skuddin ' under bare ...
... TICKLER . Scudding under bare poles like you and I , James , without our wigs . SHEPHERD . Naething's mair intolerable to me than a constant attempp at wut . Be- sides , wha ever was seen either men or ships - skuddin ' under bare ...
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... TICKLER . SHEPHERD . Aye , just Parson Adams . He that imagined Peter Simple's a Sea - Fieldin ' . That's a better compoun ' yepithet , Mr North , nor your sea - scribe . NORTH . Methinks I see another son of Ocean sitting on that couch ...
... TICKLER . SHEPHERD . Aye , just Parson Adams . He that imagined Peter Simple's a Sea - Fieldin ' . That's a better compoun ' yepithet , Mr North , nor your sea - scribe . NORTH . Methinks I see another son of Ocean sitting on that couch ...
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... Tickler . NORTH . TICKLER . SHEPHERD . Besides , that's no the least like ma vice . TICKLER . " I wunna drink't " -unless we all quaff , before sitting down , another tumbler to Basil Hall . With all my heart . And sowle . NORTH . 3 ...
... Tickler . NORTH . TICKLER . SHEPHERD . Besides , that's no the least like ma vice . TICKLER . " I wunna drink't " -unless we all quaff , before sitting down , another tumbler to Basil Hall . With all my heart . And sowle . NORTH . 3 ...
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