The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE EQUINOX [Enter R., AWL. He is a tall, sprightly man in a decent sm"! of lweea's, and he?ן`צsmoking a ῤίῤε. All tam from him as z‘f/ee were a ]./?!?ץש AWL. A braw day the day ! GRAB. Is this a day to be ta’king 0’ days? [AZ/groan. AWL. This is the Lord’s Day, and a’m thankin' Him for his guid gift ο’ tobacco. GRAB. Ye dirty little Atheist! D’ye no ken this is the Sawbath? Awa’ wi' ye from the Lord's children! BONES. An' dinna blaspheme ! GRAB. Beware, ye fausse loon! The judgment 0’ the Lord is nigh at han’. CHIPS. The meenister preached ο’ the destruction 0’ Sennacherib. AWL. An’ wha’s Sennacherib? CHIPS, Juist sic anither as yoursel’. A fleetin’, flytin’, floutin’, sweerin’ deevil like yoursel'! AWL. Ah, weel! puir bodies, ye don’t know all! Guid job for you 1 [He passa aver, (md goes out, 1.. BUN. The sculduddery wastrel! BONES. The blasphemin’ loon I CHIPS. The feckless child 0’ Satan! TONGS. The rantin’, roarin’ lion! GRAB. Ah] d'ye ken the noo wha the meenister meant by Sennacherib? ALL. Ah! GRAB. D’ye mind Sennacherib was King 0’ Babylon ? ALL. Ah! 220