That September (1582) in time of vacance, my uncle Mr. Andrew, Mr. Thomas Buchanan and I, hearing that Mr. George Buchanan was weak, and his history under the press, passed over to Edinburgh anes errand to visite him, and to see the wark.

Vandyke brown:

As I was walking down the street last night A pretty little girl came into sight I bowed and smiled and asked her name She said, Hold it bud, I don't play that game I reached in my pocket, and to her big surprise There was Lincoln staring her dead in the eyes.

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