I will reserve them for a future opportunity, considering that _seventeen_
paragraphs are sufficient to satisfy all except the most thorough-paced
_folklorians_.

T.T. WILKINSON.

Burnley, Lancashire.

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MINOR NOTES.

_Proclamation of Langholme Fair._--In an old paper I find the following
proclamation of a fair, to be held in a town in Scotland; it may, perhaps,
amuse some of your numerous readers:--

"O yes! and that's a time. O yes! and that's twa times. O yes! and
that's the third and last time: All manner of pearson or pearsons
whatsoever let 'em draw near, and I shall let you ken that there is a
fair to be held at the muckle town of Langholme, for the space of aught
days; wherein if any hustrin, custrin, land-louper, dukes-couper, or
gang-y-gate swinger, shall breed any urdam, durdam, brabblement, or
squabblement, he shall have his lugs tacked to the muckle trone, with a
nail of twal-a-penny, until he down of his hobshanks and up with his
mucle doubs, and pray to heaven neen times, Gold bles the king, and
thrice the muckle Lord of Relton, pay a groat to me Jammey Ferguson,
bailiff of the aforesaid manor. So ye heard my proclamation, and I'll
haam to dinner."

Perhaps some of your correspondents north of the Tweed can give the meaning