taste o' that bull pup aght o' mi maath! Awm sooary at tha's
lost thi pet, but tha munnot tak it too mich to heart."

"Me! Net aw marry! Awm rare an fain its gooan for little dogs mak a deal
o' muck:--An somtime,--ther's noa knowin, ov coarse--but it may
be,--mind, nobbut say it may,--we may have summat else to nurse at'll
suit us better nor a bull pup."

Troubles and Trials.

Did it ivver occur to yo 'at if it wor as easy to shake off unpleasant
acquaintences as it is to shak a carpet, what a dust ther'd be i'th
world?

It doesn't do to want to get rid ov a thing just becoss it isn't to yor
likin. Its advisable sometimes to have disagreeable things handy to give
a relish to what's moor appreciated, tho less sowt after. Ivverybody
will admit th' advantages ov gooid health, but nubdy can appreciate it
like one 'at's been sick. It's th' circumstances 'at surraand th' cases
'at accant for th' opinions we form.

If rich fowk sympathised as mich wi poor fowk, as poor fowk envy rich
fowk, ther'd be noa poverty. We all know that. But then it's what will
nivver happen.

A chap 'at's worried to deeath becoss his stocks or shares have dropt
fifty per cent connot enter into a poor woman's anxiety abaat flaar or
mait gooan up a penny a paand. What's nobbut an inconvenience to one is
starvation to another.

Ther's a deeal o' difference between poetry an philosophy, an aw connot
help thinkin 'at if poor fowk had less poetry an moor philosophy, an
rich fowk had visa versa, we should get nearer level an all be better
for it. If we could nobbut get ovver that waikness ov worshipin a chap
for what he has raythur nor for what he is we could simplyfy th' social
problem.

"Riches may depart,
Hopes dissolve in air,
But an honest heart
Still may laugh at care."

But ther's monny an honest heart 'at hasn't getten a laff left in it.
They know bi bitter experience, 'at

"The smiling lips decieve us,
With words that woo and win;
Our friends betray and leave us
When darker days begin."

But haivver dark th' prospect may be he's a fooil 'at gives way to
despair. Haivver bad things are, they mud be war; an when a chap ends
his life to get rid ov his trubbles, th' chonces are at th' tide wor
just abaat to turn if he could nobbut ha had pluck to wait.

Th' trubbles we have are seldom soa heavy 'at we connot bear em, tho it
may be hard wark, but when we're a bit cast daan, we dooant freeat