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Nor board nor garner own we now,

Nor roof nor latched door,

Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow,

To bless a good man's store

Noon lulls us in a gloomy den,

And night is grown our day;

Uprouse ye, then, my merry men!

And use it as ye may

JOANNA BAILLIE.

Brown could now reckon his foes: they were five in number; two of them w