The Ayrshire Legatees; Or, The Pringle FamilyGalt, John
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The Ayrshire Legatees; Or, The Pringle Family
Galt, John
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
The Argents seem as if they would be discreet people, which, to us who
are here in the jaws of jeopardy, would be a great confort--for I am no
overly satisfeet with many things. What would ye think of buying coals
by the stimpert, for anything that I know, and then setting up the poker
afore the ribs, instead of blowing with the bellies to make the fire
burn? I was of a pinion that the Englishers were naturally masterful;
but I can ashure you this is no the case at all--and I am beginning to
think that the way of leeving from hand to mouth is great frugality, when
ye consider that all is left in the logive hands of uncercumseezed
servans.
But what gives me the most concern at this time is one Captain Sabre of
the Dragoon Hozars, who come up in the smak with us from Leith, and is
looking more after our Rachel than I could wish, now that she might set
her cap to another sort of object. But he's of a respectit family, and
the young lad himself is no to be despisid; howsomever, I never likit
officir-men of any description, and yet the thing that makes me look down
on the captain is all owing to the cornal, who was an officer of the
native poors of India, where the pay must indeed have been extraordinar,
for who ever heard either of a cornal, or any officer whomsoever, making
a hundred thousand pounds in our regiments? no that I say the cornal has
left so meikle to us.
Tell Mrs. Glibbans that I have not heard of no sound preacher as yet in
London--the want of which is no doubt the great cause of the crying sins
of the place. What would she think to hear of newspapers selling by tout
of horn on the Lord's day? and on the Sabbath night, the change-houses
are more throng than on the Saturday! I am told, but as yet I cannot say
that I have seen the evil myself with my own eyes, that in the summer
time there are tea-gardens, where the tradesmen go to smoke their pipes
of tobacco, and to entertain their wives and children, which can be
nothing less than a bringing of them to an untimely end. But you will be
surprised to hear, that no such thing as whusky is to be had in the
public-houses, where they drink only a dead sort of beer; and that a
bottle of true jennyinn London porter is rarely to be seen in the whole
town--all kinds of piple getting their porter in pewter cans, and a
laddie calls for in the morning to take away what has been yoused over
night. But what I most miss is the want of creem. The milk here is just
skimm, and I doot not, likewise well watered--as for the water, a drink
of clear wholesome good water is not within the bounds of London; and
truly, now may I say, that I have learnt what the blessing of a cup of
cold water is.
Tell Miss Nanny Eydent, that the day of the burial is now settled, when
we are going to Windsor Castle to see the precesson--and that, by the end
of the wick, she may expect the fashions from me, with all the
particulars. Till then, I am, my dear Miss Mally, your friend and
well-wisher,
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