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Editor: Bates, Katherine Lee, 1859-1929


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Wi' gowden flowers and fringes fine; Says, "Gin ye will be my lemman sae true, This gudely gift it sall be thine." "Awa', awa', ye ugly witch! Haud far awa', and lat me be; I never will be your lemman sae true, And I wish I were out o' your companie." She neist brocht a sark o' the saftest silk, Weel wrought wi' pearls about the band; Says, "Gin ye will be my ain true-love, This gudely gift ye sall command." She shaw'd me a cup o' the gude red gowd, Weel set wi' jewels sae fair to see; Says, "Gin ye will be my lemman sae true, This gudely gift I will you gie." "Awa', awa', ye ugly witch! Haud far awa', and lat me be; For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth For a' the gifts that you could gie." She's turn'd her richt and round about,
Dr. Heidenhoff\'s Process

DR. HEIDENHOFF'S PROCESS by EDWARD BELLAMY CHAPTER I. The hand of the clock fastened up on the white wall of the conference room, just over the framed card bearing the words "Stand up for Jesus," and between two other similar cards, respectively bearing the sentences "Come unto Me," and "The Wonderful, the Counsellor," pointed to ten minutes of nine. As was usual at this period of Newville prayer-meetings, a prolonged pause had supervened. The regular standbyes had all taken
And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn; And she sware by the moon, and the stars That she'd gar me rue the day I was born. Then out she has ta'en a silver wand, And she's turn'd her three times round and round; She's muttered sic words, that my strength it fail'd, And I fell down senseless on the ground. She's turned me into an ugly worm, And gar'd me toddle about the tree; And ay, on ilka Saturday's night, Auld Alison Gross, she cam' to me, Wi' silver basin, and silver kaim, To kaim my headie upon her knee; But or I had kiss'd her ugly mouth, I'd rather hae toddled about the tree. But as it fell out on last Hallowe'en, When the Seely Court was ridin' by, The Queen lighted down on a gowan bank, Nae far frae the tree where I wont to lye. She took me up in her milk-white hand, And she straiked me three times o'er her knee;