Your minister [_himself_] was freetned, the hairs of his head stood an end, his blead storkened, and the haggard creature moving slawly nearer, the mirkiness of the neet shew'd her as big again as she was...

She stoup'd and drop'd a poak, and thus began with a whining tone.

"Deary me! deary me! forgive me, good Sir, but this yance, I'll steal naa maar.

This seek is elding to keep us fra starving!"...

[_The author visits the poor woman's cottage_.] She sat on a three-legg'd steal, and a dim coal smook'd within the rim of a brandreth, oor which a seety rattencreak hung dangling fra a black randletree.