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Dunstan Times, Issue 757, 20 October 1876, Page 4

A young lady received tho following note, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers: “ Dear flours. They is like my love for u. Tho nite shade menes kepe dark. Tho dog fenil means l am your slave. Hoses red and posis pail, my love for yon shall never fale.” A few nights ago a street nreacher, who had been haranguing an audience in Hawick Market Place, at the close of his address invited all anxious inquirers to state their religions difficulties, and he would have great pleasure in answering them. There appeared to be only one perplexed mind among the listeners a gentleman of wellknown sporting proclivities, who wished the preacher to explain “by what means Samson oatched the 300 foxes he sent adrift among the Philistines’ corn, when it took the Duke of Buccleugh’s hounds a hail day to catch ane.” The preacher either could not or would not condescend an answer, but asked the audience to join in prayer.—Scot.