Is over I’ll marry for spite;
Och hone! wirrasthrue!
And when I die for you,
My ghost will haunt you every night.
Samuel Lover.
HANDY ANDY AND THE POSTMASTER.
“Ride into the town, and see if there’s a letter for me,” said the Squire one day to our hero.
“Yes, sir.”
“You know where to go?”
“To the town, sir.”