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Did Evans, gallid Evans then, Câll out, at once, vor fatherâs men? (Thâ war at work vorân very near A mendin the old Highbridge pier,) A didân câll, but âmusâd our fearâ âA hundred vawk ool zoon be here!â A zed.âWe gid the hue and cry! And zoon a booät wiâ men did vly! But twar âll auver! Cox war voun Not at the bottom lyin down, But up aneen, as jist avore We zeed en floatin nigh the shore.
But death âad done his wustânot âll Thâ did could lifeâs last spork recall. Zo Doctor Cox went out oâ life A vine, a, and as honsom mon, As zun hath iver shinâd upon; A left a familyâa wife, Two sonsâone_dater_, As beautiful as lovely Mâ, Of whom a-mâ-bi I mid za Zumthin hereâter: What thâ veelâd now I sholl not tellâ My hort athin me âgins to zwell! Reflection here mid try in vain, Wither particulars to gain, Evans zimâd all like one possest; Imagination! tell the rest!
LâENVOY.
To âll that sholl theeäze storry read, The Truth must vor it chiefly plead; I gee not here a tale oâ ort, Nor snip-snap wit, nor lidden smort. But Ă´ten, Ă´ten by thie river, Have I a passâd; yet niver, niver, Athout a thought oâ Doctor Coxâ His dogâhis deathâhis floatin locks! The mooäst whun Brue war deep and clear, And Lammas dâ an harras near;â Whun zummer vlengâd his light abroad,â The zun in all his glory rawd; How beautiful mid be the dâ A zumthin âllès zimâd to zâ, âWhar whing! the wâterâs deep anâ clear, But death mid be a lurkin near!â
A DEDICATION.
Thenk not, bin I ood be tha fashion, That I, ZIR, write theäze Dedicâtion; I write, I haup I dwonât offend. Bin I be proud ta câll You FRIEND. I here ston vooäth, alooän unbidden To âmuse you wiâ my country lidden;â Wiâ remletâs oâ tha Saxon tongue That to our Gramfers did belong. Vor ĂĄll it is a little thing, Receave itâFriendshipâs offeringâ Ta pruv, if pruf I need renew, That I esteem not lightly YOU.
THE FAREWELL.
A longful time zunz I this vust begun! One little tootin moor and I a done. âOne little tootin moor!âEnough, Vor once, weâve had oâ jitchy stuff; Thy lidden to a done âtis time! Jitch words war niver zeed in rhyme!â Vorgee me vorâm.âGoo little Reed! Aforn tha vawk an vor me plead: Thy wild nawtes, mâ-be, thâ ool hire Zooner than zâter vrom a lyre. Zâ that, thy mäesterâs pleasâd ta blaw âem, An haups in time thââll come ta knaw âem; An nif zaw be thââll please ta hear Aâll 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.â Jan! why dwonât ye right my shoes?
Jan Lide.â Bin, maĂŤster âtis zaw cawld, I canât work wiâ tha tacker at âll; Iâve a brawk it ten times Iâm shower ta dââ 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 canât avoord ta keep a good vierâI wish I coodâIâd zoon right your shoes and withers tooâIâd zoon yarn [Footnote: Earn.] zum money, I warnt ye. Canât ye vine zum work vor me, maester, theäze hord timesâIâll do any theng ta sar a penny.âI can drashâI can cleave bransâI can make sparsâI can thatchyâI can shear ditch, an I can gripy too, bit da vreaze za hord. I can wimmyâI can messy or milky nif ther be need oât. I oodân mine dreavin plough or any theng.
Farmer Bennet.â Iâve a got nothing vor ye ta do, Jan; bit Mister Boord banchond ta I jist now that thâ war gwain ta wimmy, ond that thâ wanted zumbody ta help âem.
Jan Lide.âAw, Iâm glad oât, Iâll him auver an zee where I canât help âem; bit I hanât a bin athin tha drashel oâ Maester Boordâs door vor a longful time, bin I thawt that missis didân use Hester well; but I dwonât bear malice, an zaw Iâll goo.
Farmer Bennet.âWhat did Missis Boord zâ or do ta Hester, than?
Jan Lide.âWhy, Hester, a mâ-be, war zummet ta blame too: vor she war one oâm, dâye zee, that rawd Skimmertonâthic mâ game that frunted zum oâ tha gennel-vawk. Thâ zed âtwar time to a done wiâjitch litter, or jitch stuff, or I dwon knaw what thâ callâd it; bit thâ war a frunted wiâ Hester about it: an I zed nif thâ war a frunted wiâ Hester, thâ mid be frunted wiâ I. This zet missisâs back up, an Hester hanât a bin a choorin there zunz. Bit âtis niver-the-near ta bear malice; and zaw Iâll goo auver an zee which wâ tha wine da blaw.
THOMAS CAME AN YOUNG MAESTER JIMMY.
Thomas Came.âAw, Maester Jimmy! zaw you be a come whim vrom school. I thawt we shood niver zeenamoor. Weâve a mist ye iver zunz thic time, when we war at zea-wall, an cut aup tha girt porpus wiâ za many zalmon in hiz bellyâzum oâm lookâd vit ta eat as thaw tha wor a bwiled, didân thâ?â
Jimmy.âAw eese, Thomas; I da mine tha porpus; an I da mine tha udder, an tha milk oân, too. I be a come whim, Thomas, an I dwonât thenk I shall goo ta school again theäze zumrner. I shall be out amangst ye. Iâll goo wiâ ta mawy, an ta hâ-makin, an ta reapyâIâll come âter, an zet up tha stitches vor ye, Thomas. An if I da stâ till Milemas, Iâll goo ta Matthews fayer wiâ. Thomas, âve ye had any zenvy theäze year?âI zeed a girâdâl oât amangst tha wheat as I rawd along. Ave you bin down in ham, Thomas, oâ lateâis thic groun, tha ten yacres, haind vor mawin?
Thomas Came.âAw, Maester Jimmy! I da love ta hire you tâk- -da zeem za naatal. We a had zum zenvyâan tha ten yacres be a haindâaâll be mawâd in veo dâsâyouâll come an hâ-maky, oânt ye?- -eese, I knaw you oolâan I da knaw whool goo a hâ-makin wiâ, too âah, sheâs a zweet maidâI dwonât wonder at ye at âll, Maester JimmyâLord bless ye, an love ye booäth.
Jimmy.âThomas, you a livâd a long time wiâ Father, anâ I dwont like ta chide ye, bit nif you da tâk oâ Miss Cox in thic fashion, I knaw she onât like it, naw moor sholl I. Miss Cox, Thomas, Miss Cox ool, a-mâ-be, goo a hâ-makin wiâ I, as she a done avaur now; bit Sally, Miss Cox, Thomas, I wish youâd zâ naw moor about er.âThere now, Thomas, dwonât ye zeeâwhy sheeâs by tha gate-shord! I haup she hanât a hird what we a bin a tâkin about.â Be tha thissles skeerâd in tha twenty yacres, Thomas?âaw, thâ be. Well, I sholl be glad when tha ten yacres be a mawedâan when we da make an end oâ hâ-corrin, Iâll dance wiâ Sally Cox.
Thomas Came.âThere, Maester Jimmy! âtwordân I that tâkâd oâ Sally Cox!
MARY RAMSEY,
_A MONOLOGUE,
To er Scholards_.
Commether [Footnote: Come hither.] Billy Chubb, an breng tha hornen book. Gee me tha vester in tha windor, you Pal Came!âwhat! be a sleepidâIâll wâke ye. Now, Billy thereâs a good bway! Ston still there, an mine what I da zâ to ye, an whaur I da pwint.âNow;âcris-cross, [Footnote: The cris, in this compound, and in cris-cross-lain, is very often, indeed most commonly, pronounced Kirs.] girt â little ââbâcâd.âThatâs right Billy; youâll zoon lorn tha cris-cross-lainâyouâll zoon auvergit Bobby Jiffryâyouâll zoon be a scholard.âAâs a pirty chubby bwayâLord loveân!
Now, Pal Came! you come an vessy wiâ yer zister. âThere! tha forrels oâ tha book be a brawk; why dwonât ye take moor care oâm?âNow, read;âHet Came! why dâye drean zaw?â_hum, hum, hum_;âyou da make a naise like a spinnin turn, or a dumbledoreââll in one liddenâ_hum, hum, hum,_âYouâll niver lorn ta read well thic fashion.âHere, Pal, read theäze vesses vor yer zister. There now, Het, you mine how yerzister da read, not hum, hum, hum.âEese you ool, ool ye?âI tell ye, you must, or Iâll rub zum rue auver yer hons:âwhat dâye thenk oât!âThere, be gwon you Het, an dwonât ye come anuost yer zister ta vessy wiâ er till you a got yer lessin moor parfit, or Iâll gee zummet you onât ax me vor. Pally, you tell yer Gramfer Palmer that I da zâ Hetty Came shood lorn ta knitty; an a shood buy zum knittin nills and wusterd vor er; an a shood git er zum nills and dird, vor er to lorn to zawy too.
Now Miss Whitin, tha dunces be a gwon, let I hire how pirty you can read.âI âlways zed that Pâson Tuttleâs grandâter ood lorn er book well.âNow, Miss, what ha ye a got there? Valentine an Orson.âA pirty storry, bit I be afeard thereâs naw moril to it.âWhat be âll tha tuthermy books you a got by yer goodhussey there in tha basket? Geeâs-zee-âem,[Footnote: Let me see them. This is a singular expression, and is thus to be analysed; Give us to see them.] nif you please, Miss Polly.âTha Zeven Championsâ_Goody Two Shoes_â_Pawems vor Infant minds_.âTheäzamy here be by vur tha best.âThere is a moril ta mooäst oâm; an thâ be pirty bezides.âNow, Miss, please ta read thicâ Tha Notorious Glutton.â_Pal Came!_ turn tha glass! dwonât ye zee tha zond is âll hirnd out;âyouâll stâ in school tha longer forât nif you dwonât mine it.âNow, âll oâ ye be quiet ta hire Miss Whitin read.âThere now! what dâye zâ ta jitch radin as that?âThere, dâye hire, Het Came! she dwonât dreanâ_hum, hum, hum_.âI shood like ta hire er vessy wiâ zum oâ ye; bit your bad radin ood spwile her good.
OUT Oâ BOOKS!
All the childern goo voäth.
SOLILOQUY OF BEN BOND,
THE IDLETON.
(_First printed in the Graphic Illustrator_.)
Ben Bond was one of those sons of Idleness whom ignorance and want of occupation in a secluded country village too often produce. He was a comely lad, aged sixteen, employed by Farmer Tidball, a querulous and suspicious old man, tto look after a large flock o sheep.âThe scene of his Soliloquy may be thus described.
A green sunny bank, on which the body may agreeably repose, called the Sea Wall; on the sea side was an extensive common called the Wath, and adjoining to it was another called the Island, both were occasionally overflowed by the tide. On the other side of the bank were rich enclosed pastures, suitable for fattening the finest cattle. Into these inclosures many of Ben Bondâs charge were frequently disposed to stray. The season was June, the time mid-day, and the western breezes came over the sea, a short distance from which our scene lay, at once cool, grateful, refreshing, and playful. The rushing Parret, with its ever shifting sands, was also heard in
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