Their hearts o' stane, gin night, are gaen As saft as onie flesh is.

" "True for ye lad; tired bones rest well in a saft bed.

And if ye'll wait a bit it's mesilf that'll run and fetch some of the nate, saft sthraw, that ye can fill the tins, and 'twill do ye betther; indade, and it's none but a hathen that could endure the likes of that!"

' 'Gae pull, gae pull the simmer leaves, And strew them saft o'er me; My token's tint, my love is fause, I'll lay me doon and dee.' 1847.

O, Love's a bitter thing to bide, The lad that drees it's to be pitied; It blinds to a' the warld beside, And makes a body dilde and ditied; It lies sae sair at my breast bane, My heart is melting saft an' safter; To dee

O, Love's a bitter thing to bide, The lad that drees it's to be pitied; It blinds to a' the warld beside, And makes a body dilde and ditied; It lies sae sair at my breast bane, My heart is melting saft an' safter; To dee

" "Hear till him, hear till him, Janet," said I, as the twa southron chiels gaed thro' the hole, trailing their bagganets alang wi' 'em; "winna the puir tykes hae an unco saft couch o' it, think ye, luckie,

He was gayan big for a monkey, and was hairy a' ower, except his face and his bit hurdies, which had a degree of bareness about them, and were nearly as saft as a lady's loof.

Along the streets the new made bride is led, With torches flaming to the nuptial bed; The youthful dancers in a circle bound To the saft lute and cittern's silver sound, Through the fair streets the matrons in a row, Stand in their porches, and enjoy the show.

We find placed rhyming with past; we find the participle saft formed from save.

He'll be a bit saft, perhaps, or mean, or generousI'm not carin', so long as he's but different.

The pavement beneath their feet was the saft dirt o' a country road, or the bonny grass.

There was a real bedroomI never slept in a berth, but in a brass bed, just as saft and comfortable as ever I could ha' known in ma own wee hoose at hame.

I never tasted as much nor ett as little; I never heard sich high-class conversation nor felt liker a nap; I never sat on safter chairs nor looked liker a martyr on tin tacks.

'She maun be unco saft,' Macgregor commented pityingly.

An' if ever I ha'e ony mair truck wi' weemen, may I be ' 'She wasna as saft as I fancied she was,' remarked Macgregor in an uncertain voice.

'She's gey saft on them hersel', an' she micht be offendit if we refused them.