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XXXIV.

"That short brown shaft sae meanly trimm'd, 265 Looks like poor Scotlands gear, But dreadfull seems the rusty point!" And loud he leugh in jear.[504] "Oft Britons b[l]ood has dimm'd its shine; This point cut short their vaunt:" 270 Syne pierc'd the boasters bearded cheek; Nae time he took to taunt.