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The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter,
And aye the ale was growing better
Tam o'Shanter.
We must now return to Woodbourne, which, it may be remembered, we left just after the Colonel had given some directions to his confidential servant. When he returned, his absence of mind, and an unusual expression of thought and anxiety upon his fea