"Let this be published as a warning to others, not to prove false in Love for the sake of Gold, which has been my ruin, for one James Parker, whom I priz'd above my soul; to get my father's estate into my own hands, that I might have him for my husband, I poyson'd my father, two brothers, and sister, and, to save myself, I swore falsely against my aged mother, and have taken away her life wrongfully, a sure way to the utter destruction of my soul; and, sir, let this my desire be fulfilled, that all young people may shun the snares of the devil, who are drawing to the paths of destruction this being the last desire of a miserable soul. RACHELL GLASSOCK." The Text of the sermon, preached by the Rev. Mr. Jones, was from Romans, chap vii. ver. 9. "For I was alive without the law once: but when the commandment came, sin revived, and I died."] [Footnote 195: Printed and sold in Bow church-yard, London.--See Horace Rodd's _Garland_, in the British Museum.] DOLLY DUGGING. Love's like I deant knaw what, Deevil cannot match it, Auld, young and middle aged, Is sarten sure ta catch it; I catched it yance misen, It made me quite uneasy, And when I gat a wife By gum she set me crazy. Dolly Dugging I teak ta be my wife sir, I did noutt but cry she lid me sic a life sir, I niver efter smiled nor spent ane hour i' laughter, She war a hangel forst but she proved a deevil efter. It happened on a time I axed a friend ta dinner, I needed some mysen I'd grown sae mickle thinner, Doll bought sum ribs o' beef when doon sits I and Davy, She gave us beans ta pick while she tuk meat and gravy. About a week fra this, Our Dolly 'd getten collick, Now thinks I ta mysen, This is time for frolick. Dolly prayed neet and day, As lang as she prayed I swer, She prayed she might live, But I prayed she might dee sir. Sud Bonyparte cum I'd fit him for his folly, For I cud'nt wish him warse, Than wedded tiv our Dolly; She'd bring his courage doon, And him severely handle, Ay and mak him sune as fond, As ony farden can'le.[196] FOOTNOTE: [Footnote 196: Communicated by J. S. Sutton, esq., of Elton hall, Stockton, whom I also have to thank for "When at hame wi' Dad."] SCARBORO' SANDS. As I was a walking over Scarboro' Sands, Some dainty fine sport for to see; The lasses were crying and wringing their hands, Saying the Rout it is come for the Blues. Dolly unto her old mother did say, "My heart's full of love that is true;" She packed up her clothes without more delay, To take the last leave of the Blues. Our landlords and landladys walk arm in arm, And so does the young women too, You'd have laughed if you'd seen how the lasses flocked in, To take the last leave of the Blues.