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My Son, these maxims make a rule, An' lump them aye thegither; The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither: The cleanest corn that ere was dight May hae some pyles o' caff in; So ne'er a fellow-creature slight For random fits o' daffin. O ye wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your neibours' fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi' store o' water; The heaped happer's ebbing still, An' still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door For glaikit Folly's portals: I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes, Would here propone defences- Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi' theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ; Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in; And (what's aft mair than a' the lave), Your better art o' hidin. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop! Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o' baith to sail, It maks a unco lee-way. See Social Life and Glee sit down, All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown Debauchery and Drinking: O would they stay to calculate Th' eternal consequences; Or your more dreaded hell to state, Damnation of expenses! Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye gie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o' cases; A dear-lov'd lad, convenience snug, A treach'rous inclination- But let me whisper i' your lug, Ye're aiblins nae temptation. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human: One point must still be greatly dark, - The moving Why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, its various tone, Each spring, its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted

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Address To The Unco Guid My Son, these maxims make a rule, An' lump them aye thegither; The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither: The cleanest corn that ere was dight May hae some pyles o' caff in; So ne'er a fellow-creature slight For random fits o' daffin. O ye wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your neibours' fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi' store o' water; The heaped happer's ebbing still, An' still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door For glaikit Folly's portals: I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes, Would here propone defences- Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi' theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ; Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in; And (what's aft mair than a' the lave), Your better art o' hidin. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop! Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o' baith to sail, It maks a unco lee-way. See Social Life and Glee sit down, All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown Debauchery and Drinking: O would they stay to calculate Th' eternal consequences; Or your more dreaded hell to state, Damnation of expenses! Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye gie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o' cases; A dear-lov'd lad, convenience snug, A treach'rous inclination- But let me whisper i' your lug, Ye're aiblins nae temptation. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human: One point must still be greatly dark, - The moving Why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, its various tone, Each spring, its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted

Thanks done it, that was an easy one!!!

ok how do you log swedish isnt my best language!!

if you click on waypoints you get more caches

Ahh! no FTF please!!

Try this little Swedish toy out!! Simulator!!!!!

An Ell - A measure of length varying in different countries. The English ell = 45 inches; the Scots = 37.2 inches; the Flemish = 27 inches And King Edward I declared the "Iron Ulna" (the yard). The foot was one-third yard and the inch was one thirty-sixth. King Edward II, recognizing the Iron Ulna was not universially available, declared, "3 barleycorns, round and dry make an inch. The standard yard was first legalised in Britain in 1824; this standard was destroyed in 1834. The Standard Imperial Yard, "Bronze No. 1" was then prepared and legalised in 1855. Forty copies were made and one of these, "Bronze No. 11," was presented to the United States by the British Government in 1856. WHAT THE ELL AM I TALKING ABOUT

Have now OCR'd doc still in PDF but easier to read Courier Article

Etrek Legend has 4 Battery settings in system setup, Alkaline, NiCad, NiMH and Lithium which works great until you forget to set the battery setting, just checked mine have NiMH in but set to Alkaline, Doh!

Have scanned the Geocaching Article from the Dundee Courier it is in PDF format. Courier Article Newsprint not the best to scan from will try and OCR it when i have some spare time!!!!

ah wrong thread started new thread on this one with copy of article

Have a wireless access point set up now in the house whicn can be accessed from the street, checked couple time. Anyone in coming through Perth welcome to to use it will send co-ords settings on request.

Please look at Nodrog log entry for April 24 at John Knox's Pulpit a sad entry for Dog Lovers who Cache. UK forum has a condolence page Condolences To Nodrog

Sorry I forgot the hyperlink John Knox's Pulpit

Having just completed GCJ2G5 John Knox's Pulpit i thought the last Logbook entry by Nodrog was rather strange as it never finished. If you read his log entry you will see his West Highland Terrier "Lucy" fell and was seriously injured and had to be put down. Having recently had to have my companion of 15 years put i know how he must feel. Having had such a good days caching i now feel gutted

I got into caching cos the Wee Wummin said i was an overweight broadband using shiny bum, so i'm out and about more the Wee Wummin now says i'm an overweight broadband using shiny bum wi a hobby!! cant win!