Farmer Bennet.-I've a got nothin vor ye ta do, Jan; bit Mister Boord banehond ta I jist now that thâ war gwain ta wimmy, an that thâ wanted zumbody ta help 'em.

Jan Lide.-Aw, I'm glad o't. I'll hirn 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 zâ 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 mâ-game that frunted zum o' tha gennel-vawk. Thâ zed 'twar time to a done wi' jitch litter, or jitch stuff, or I dwon knaw what thâ call'd it; bit thâ war a frunted wi' Hester about it; an I zed nif thâ war a frunted wi' Hester, thâ mid be a 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 wâ tha wine da blaw;

THOMAS CAME

AN

YOUNG MAESTER JIMMY.

Thomas Came.-Aw, Maester Jimmy! zaw you be a come whim* vrom school. I thawt we shood niver zee na moor. We've a mist ye iver zunz thic time, when we war at zea-wâll, an cut aup tha girt porpus wi' za many zalmon in hiz belly-zum o'm look'd vit ta eat as thaw tha war a bwiled, did'n thâ ?.

Jimmy.-Aw eese, Thomas; I da mine tha porpus; an I da mine tha udder, an tha milk o'n, too. I be a come whim, Thomas, an I dwon't thenk I shall goo ta school again theäze zummer. I shall be out amangst ye. I'll goo wi' ta mawy, an ta hâ-makin, an ta reapy-I'll come âter, an zet up tha stitches vor ye, Thomas. An if I da

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stâ till Milemas, I'll goo ta Matthews fayer wi'. Thomas, âve ye had any zenvy theäze year ?—I zeed a gir'd'l* o't amangst tha wheat as I rawd along. Ave you bin down in ham, Thomas, o' lateis thic groun, tha ten yacres, haind vor mawin?

Thomas Came.-Aw, Maester Jimmy! I da love ta hire you tâk-da zim zaw naatal. We a had zum zenvy-an tha ten yacres be a hainda'll be maw'd in a veo dâs-you'll come an hâmaky, on't ye?-eese, I knaw you ool-an I da knaw whool goo a hâ-makin wi', too-ah, she's a zweet maid-I dwon't wonder at ye at âll, Maester Jimmy-Lord bless ye, an love ye booäth.

Jimmy.-Thomas, you a liv'd a long time wi Father, an I dwon't like ta chide ye, bit nif you da tâk o' Miss Cox in thic fashion, I knaw she on't like it, naw moor sholl I. Miss Cox, Thomas, Miss Cox ool, a-mâ-be, goo a hâ-makin wi' I, as she a done avaur now; bit Sally, Miss Cox, Thomas, I wish you'd zâ naw moor about er.There now, Thomas, dwon't ye zee-why shee's by tha gate-shord! I haup she han't a hird what we a bin a tâkin about.-Be tha thissles skeer'd in

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tha twenty yacres, Thomas ?-aw, thâ be. Well, I sholl be glad when tha ten yacres be a mawedan when we da make an end o' hâ-corrin, I'll dance wi' Sally Cox.

'tword'n I that tâk'd o' Sally Cox!

MARY RAMSEY.

A MONOLOGUE,

To er Scholards.

COMMETHER* Billy Chubb, an breng tha hornen book. Gee me tha vester in tha windor, you Pal Came!-what! be a sleepid-I'll wâke ye. Now, Billy, there's a good bway! Ston still there, an mine what I da zâ to ye, an whaur I da pwint.-Now ;-cris-cross,† girt â, little â— b-c-d.-That's right Billy; you'll zoon lorn tha cris-cross-lain-you'll zoon auvergit Bobby Jiffry-you'll zoon be a scholard.-A's a pirty chubby bway-Lord love'n!

Now, Pal Came! you come an vessy wi' yer zister. There! tha forrels o' tha book be a brawk; why dwon't ye take moor care o'm ?—Now, read

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* Come hither.

+ The cris, in this compound, and in cris-cross-lain, is very often, indeed most commonly, pronounced Kirs.