The MacLellan Arms, from memory. I was disappointed to discover it doesn't actually exist when I went to Kirkcudbright a couple of years ago (or maybe the name has since changed). Many of the other pubs mentioned (e.g. in Gatehouse) are still there though - albeit the Anwoth Hotel is sadly not the place it was in Sayers' day :(
i. is Rabbie Burns AGANE. From the poem 'At John Bacon’s Brownhill Inn'. The next two lines are: "We eat all things good and mostly in season / But why always bacon? Please tell me the reason!" :D
ii. is from 'Eric - or, Little By Little, A Tale of Roslyn School' by Frederic W. Farrar, D.D. (1902). Never heard of it.
They went to "The Jolly Herring," as the pot-house was called, and passed through the dingy beery tap-room into the back parlor, to which Eric had already been introduced by Wildney. About a dozen boys were assembled, and there was a great clapping on the table as the two new-comers entered. A long table was laid down the room, which was regularly spread for dinner
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The bar of the Six Jolly Fellowship Porters was a bar to soften the human breast. The available space in it was not much larger than a hackney-coach; but no one could have wished the bar bigger, that space was so girt in by corpulent little casks, and by cordial-bottles radiant with fictitious grapes in bunches, and by lemons in nets, and by biscuits in baskets, and by the polite beer-pulls that made low bows when customers were served with beer, and by the cheese in a snug corner, and by the landlady's own small table in a snugger corner near the fire, with the cloth everlastingly laid. This haven was divided from the rough world by a glass partition and a half-door, with a leaden sill upon it for the convenience of resting your liquor; but, over this half-door the bar's snugness so gushed forth, that, albeit customers drank there standing, in a dark and draughty passage where they were shouldered by other customers passing in and out, they always appeared to drink under an enchanting delusion that
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It's from 'The Free Fishers' (1934). Anthony Lammas is said Professor.
Mr Lammas stepped ashore on the pier of Leith with a not unpleasant solemnity upon his spirit. A hackney carriage took him to his inn behind the Register House, for he had no time to lose if he would keep his appointment with Lord Mannour. There he spruced himself up, and set out briskly on foot for his lordship's residence in Queen Street. […]
He greeted Mr Lammas with a gusty friendliness. A servant was at his heels as if waiting for orders. "You have left your mails at Ramage's, Professor? Away down with you, John, and have them moved to the Tappit Hen, which will be more convenient for the coach."
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i. is Rabbie Burns AGANE. From the poem 'At John Bacon’s Brownhill Inn'. The next two lines are: "We eat all things good and mostly in season / But why always bacon? Please tell me the reason!" :D
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They went to "The Jolly Herring," as the pot-house was called, and passed through the dingy beery tap-room into the back parlor, to which Eric had already been introduced by Wildney. About a dozen boys were assembled, and there was a great clapping on the table as the two new-comers entered. A long table was laid down the room, which was regularly spread for dinner ( ... )
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The bar of the Six Jolly Fellowship Porters was a bar to soften the human breast. The available space in it was not much larger than a hackney-coach; but no one could have wished the bar bigger, that space was so girt in by corpulent little casks, and by cordial-bottles radiant with fictitious grapes in bunches, and by lemons in nets, and by biscuits in baskets, and by the polite beer-pulls that made low bows when customers were served with beer, and by the cheese in a snug corner, and by the landlady's own small table in a snugger corner near the fire, with the cloth everlastingly laid. This haven was divided from the rough world by a glass partition and a half-door, with a leaden sill upon it for the convenience of resting your liquor; but, over this half-door the bar's snugness so gushed forth, that, albeit customers drank there standing, in a dark and draughty passage where they were shouldered by other customers passing in and out, they always appeared to drink under an enchanting delusion that ( ... )
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It's from 'The Free Fishers' (1934). Anthony Lammas is said Professor.
Mr Lammas stepped ashore on the pier of Leith with a not unpleasant solemnity upon his spirit. A hackney carriage took him to his inn behind the Register House, for he had no time to lose if he would keep his appointment with Lord Mannour. There he spruced himself up, and set out briskly on foot for his lordship's residence in Queen Street. […]
He greeted Mr Lammas with a gusty friendliness. A servant was at his heels as if waiting for orders. "You have left your mails at Ramage's, Professor? Away down with you, John, and have them moved to the Tappit Hen, which will be more convenient for the coach."
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