She sprung five bob! Come oot an' I'll stan' ye a slider.'

Mr. Coleridge is too rich in intellectual wealth, to need to task himself to any drudgery: he has only to draw the sliders of his imagination, and a thousand subjects expand before him, startling him with their brilliancy, or losing themselves in endless obscurity "And by the force of blear illusion, They draw him on to his confusion.

'Come on oot wi' me, an' I'll stan' ye a dizzen sliders.