Chapter X: Book II: , Ch. 7

'Helm a-weather, now lay her close.' From 'The Tar for all Weathers'

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Book III, Ch. 6.

'No malice to dread, sir.' From verse 3 of 'My Ain Fireside.'

Words by _Mrs. E. Hamilton_

Nae falsehood to dread, nae malice to fear,
But truth to delight me, and kindness to cheer;
O' a' roads to pleasure that ever were tried,
There's nane half so sure as one's own fireside.
My ain fireside, my ain fireside,
Oh sweet is the blink o' my ain fireside.

Book III, Ch. 6.

And you needn't, Mr. Venus, be your black bottle,
For surely I'll be mine,
And we'll take a glass with a slice of lemon in it,
to which you're partial,
For auld lang syne.

A much altered version of verse 5 of Burns' celebrated song.