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VGW(PA.736.018
12-19 Nov 1736:12, 21 (16)
In pursuance of my promise, to entertain my readers with
some diverting pieces, when no extraordinary news claim'd
the preference of place, I now present them with the
following one; which was given me for that purpose; and
which I hope will be acceptable.
The North-Country Man's Description of Christ's-Church in
Dublin. In a letter to a friend.
Sir, I have here sent you a description of Christ's Church
in Dublin, given me by a person of the Presbyterian
persuasion, who could not be reconciled to himself for his
great sin and transgression o' the Lord's day, (as he terms
it.) But, as his going there was by mere chance, not
design, he is the better reconcil'd to himself. The fact is
this, viz. . .
[the text of the letter follows, describing two sailors'
encounter with a church service. In the third paragraph:]
The whistle pipes fell a lilting, the cheels and weans in
white sarks skirl'd and screel'd till them, and I sweeted.
On ged they this gate for some time, at last yen o' the
cheels we a white sark ged awa till the brass bird, and
opened the buke; now as I live, what he readed there was the
scripture. He had ne shooner done, but the whistle pipes
fell a blawing, and they skirling till them. . . [11 lines]
They ged on for a wee while this gate, then the whistle
pipes fell a lilting, and doon came that cheel we the siller
wan, and a busy body was he that day; the fat cheel we the
white sark followed him, and a wee cheel we white sark, and
doon ged they till the leagh end of the kirk whar the table
and candles war, and they boued as they ged in. The fat
cheel tuke the buke intil his hands, and readed, I cou'd
understand weel, enough what he readed, it was the
commandments; but as I shall answer, the whistle pipes
lilted till every yen o' them. . . [30 lines, signed]
I am, sir, your most humble servant, J.S.
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