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Xunc condo Testamentum meum, I leave me Saul for evirmair, Per omnipotent Deum, Into my Lordis gude Wyne-Cellar. Semper ibi ad remanendum, Till Dumesday cum without Dissever, Bonum Vinum ad bibendum, With sweit Cuthbert that luved me nevir.

To Jok the Fule, my Folly frie, Lego post corpus sepultum, In Faith I am mair Fule than he, Licet ostendo bonum inultum, Of Corn and Cattle, Gold and Fie, Ipse habet valde multum, And zit he bleiris my Lordis Ee, Fingendo eum fore stultum.

Ipse est dulcis ad amandum, He wald aft ban me in his Braith, Det mihi inodo ad potandum. And I forgave him laith and wraith, Quia in Cellar cum cervisia, I had leur Iv baith air and late, Xudus solus in camisia, Than in my Lords braw Bed of State.

To Master Johny Clerk syne, Do et lego intime, Gods braid Maleson and myne, Nam ipse est causa mortis meae, Wer I a Dog, and he a Swyne, Multi mirantur super me, But I suld gar that Lurdane quhryno,

A}Barrell being at my Bosom, "Of warldly Gude I had nae mair, Et corpus meum ebriosum, I leif unto the Toun of Air, In a Draff Midding eir and ay, Ut ibi sepelire queam; Ouhair Drink and Draff may ilka Day Re custen super faciem meam. I leif my Heart that neir was sicker, Sed semper variabile, That everrair wad flow and flicker, Comforti meo Jacobi; Thoch I wald bind it with a Wicker, • Verum Deum renui, But, I hecht to tume a Bicker,

Scribendo dentes sine D. Residuum omnium bonorum, Rests to dispone my Lord sail haif, Cum tutela puerorum, Baith Kdie, Katie, and all the laife; In Faith I will no longer raife, Pre sepultura ordino. On the new Gyse, sae God me saife, Xon sicut more solito. In die meae sepulturae. I will haif nane but our ain Gang, Et duos rusticos de rare. Bearand ane Barrell on a Stang, Drinkand and playand Cap-out evin, * Sicut egomet solebam. Singand and greitand with the Stcvin, Potum meum cum fletu-miscebam.

Hoc pactum semper tenui. Syne leif I the best Aucht I bocht, Quod est Latinum propter cape To my Kin-heid. but waite I nocht, Quis est ille, than schrew my Skape: I, tald my Lord my Heid but hiddle, Sed mille alii hoc sciverant, We wer as sib as Sive and Riddle Quia mea solatia. They wer but Leisings all and ane, Cum omni fraude et Salatia, I leif the Maister of Sanct Anthane, To William Gray ein sine gratia, My ain deir Cusine, as I wene, Oui numquam fabricat mendacia, ~ But quhen the Holland-tree grows grene. My fenzeing and my false Winning, Relinquo falsis fratribus, For that conforms to Gods ain Bidding, Disparsis debit pauperibus; For Mens Sauls they say and sing, Mentientes pro muneribus. Now God give them an evil Ending, Pro suis pravis operibus.

I will nae Priests for me shall sing, Dies irae dies ilia, Nor zit nae Bells for me to ring, Sicut semper solet fieri, But a Bag-pyp to play a Spring, Et unum Ale-wisp ante me, Instead of Torches for to bring, Quartuor lagunas cervisiae, Within the Grave to set sie Thing Inmodum crucis juxta me, . To fley the Feynds, than hardly sing De terra plasmasti me. — Ohio Law Bulletin

• Following a Precedent. — The readiness

with which courts adopt precedents rendered in other jurisdictions is shown by the follow ing decision of a justice of the peace in Ari zona. The Arizona Daily Star says that the justice is a stickler for order within certain limits, and that he showed the other day that he was also the observer of judicial prec edent. His town is described as one of the principal stations on the great hobo route across the continent, and- the place where