A longful time zunz I this vust begun!
One little tootin moor and I a done.
"One little tootin moor!—Enough,
Vor once, we've had o' jitchy stuff;
Thy lidden to a done 'tis time!
Jitch words war niver zeed in rhyme!"
Vorgee me vor'm.—Goo little Reed!
Aforn tha vawk an vor me plead:
Thy wild nawtes, mÂ-be, th ool hire
Zooner than zÂter vrom a lyre.
ZÂ that, thy mÄester's pleas'd ta blaw 'em,
An haups in time thÂ'll come ta knaw 'em;
An nif zaw be thÂ'll please ta hear
A'll gee zum moor another year.
Ive nothin else jist now ta tell:
Goo, little Reed, an than forwel!

FARMER BENNET AN JAN LIDE,

A DIALOGUE.

Farmer Bennet.— Jan! why dwon't ye right my shoes?

Jan Lide.— Bin, maËster 'tis zaw cawld, I can't work wi' tha tacker at Âll; I've a brawk it ten times I'm shower ta d— da vreaze za hord. Why Hester hanged out a kittle-smock ta drowy, an in dree minits a war a vraur as stiff as a pawker; an I can't avoord ta keep a good vier—I wish I cood—I'd zoon right your shoes and withers too—I'd zoon yarn [Footnote: Earn.] zum money, I warnt ye. Can't ye vine zum work vor me, maester, theÄze hord times—I'll do any theng ta sar a penny.—I can drash—I can cleave brans—I can make spars—I can thatchy—I can shear ditch, an I can gripy too, bit da vreaze za hord. I can wimmy—I can messy or milky nif ther be need o't. I ood'n mine dreavin plough or any theng.

Farmer Bennet.— I've a got nothing vor ye ta do, Jan; bit Mister Boord banchond ta I jist now that th war gwain ta wimmy, ond that th wanted zumbody ta help 'em.

Jan Lide.—Aw, I'm glad o't, I'll him auver an zee where I can't help 'em; bit I han't a bin athin tha drashel o' Maester Boord's door vor a longful time, bin I thawt that missis did'n use Hester well; but I dwon't bear malice, an zaw I'll goo.

Farmer Bennet.—What did Missis Boord z or do ta Hester, than?

Jan Lide.—Why, Hester, a mÂ-be, war zummet ta blame too: vor she war one o'm, d'ye zee, that rawd Skimmerton—thic m game that frunted zum o' tha gennel-vawk. Th zed 'twar time to a done wi'jitch litter, or jitch stuff, or I dwon knaw what th call'd it; bit th war a frunted wi' Hester about it: an I zed nif th war a frunted wi' Hester, th mid be frunted wi' I. This zet missis's back up, an Hester han't a bin a choorin there zunz. Bit 'tis niver-the-near ta bear malice; and zaw I'll goo auver an zee which w tha wine da blaw.