arken pon':

An' Nan' gi'ed Tom a roguish twitch
Upon a bank, an' meaede en pitch
Right down, head-voremost, into ditch,--
Tom coulden zee a wink.
An' when the zwarm wer seaefe an' sound
In mother's bit o' bee-pot ground,
She meaede us up a treat all round
O' sillibub to drink.

READEN OV A HEAD-STWONE.

As I wer readen ov a stwone
In Grenley church-yard all alwone,
A little maid ran up, wi' pride
To zee me there, an' push'd a-zide
A bunch o' bennets that did hide
A verse her father, as she zaid,
Put up above her mother's head,
To tell how much he loved her:

The verse wer short, but very good,
I stood an' larn'd en where I stood:--
"Mid God, dear Meaery, gi'e me greaece
To vind, lik' thee, a better pleaece,
Where I woonce mwore mid zee thy feaece;
An' bring thy childern up to know
His word, that they mid come an' show
Thy soul how much I lov'd thee."

"Where's father, then," I zaid, "my chile?"
"Dead too," she answer'd wi' a smile;
"An' I an' brother Jim do bide
At Betty White's, o' tother zide
O' road." "Mid He, my chile," I cried,
"That's father to the fatherless,
Become thy father now, an' bless,
An' keep, an' leaed, an' love thee."

Though she've a-lost, I thought, so much,
Still He don't let the thoughts o't touch
Her litsome heart by day or night;
An' zoo, if we could teaeke it right,
Do show He'll meaeke his burdens light
To weaker souls, an' that his smile
Is sweet upon a harmless chile,
When they be dead that lov'd it.

ZUMMER EVENEN DANCE.

Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree,
The maidens an' chaps be a-waiten vor thee;
There's Jim wi' his fiddle to play us some reels,
Come out along wi' us, an' fling up thy heels.

Come, all the long grass is a-mow'd an' a-carr'd,
An' the turf is so smooth as a bwoard an' so hard;
There's a bank to zit down, when y'ave danced a reel drough,
An' a tree over head vor to keep off the dew.

There be rwoses an' honeyzucks hangen among
The bushes, to put in thy weaest; an' the zong
O' the nightingeaele's heaerd in the hedges all roun';
An' I'll get thee a glow-worm to stick in thy gown.

There's Meaery so modest, an' Jenny so smart,
An' Mag that do love a good rompse to her heart;
There's Joe at the mill that do zing funny zongs,
An' short-lagged Dick, too, a-waggen his prongs.