me;
The squier's house, an' ev'ry ground
That now his son ha' zwold, O,
An' ev'ry wood he hunted round
'S a pleaece a teaele's a-twold o'.

The maid a-lov'd to our heart's core,
The dearest of our kin,
Do meaeke us like the very door
Where they went out an' in.
'Tis zome'hat touchen that bevel
Poor flesh an' blood o' wold, O,
Do meaeke us like to zee so well
The pleaece a teaele's a-twold o'.

When blushen Jenny vu'st did come
To zee our Poll o' nights,
An' had to goo back leaetish hwome,
Where vo'k did zee the zights,
A-chatten loud below the sky
So dark, an' winds so cwold, O,
How proud wer I to zee her by
The pleaece the teaele's a-twold o'.

Zoo whether 'tis the humpy ground
That wer a battle viel',
Or mossy house, all ivy-bound,
An' vallen down piece-meal;
Or if 'tis but a scraggy tree,
Where beauty smil'd o' wold, O,
How dearly I do like to zee
The pleaece a teaele's a-twold o'.

AUNT'S TANTRUMS.

Why ees, aunt Anne's a little staid,
But kind an' merry, poor wold maid!
If we don't cut her heart wi' slights,
She'll zit an' put our things to rights,
Upon a hard day's work, o' nights;
But zet her up, she's jis' lik' vier,
An' woe betide the woone that's nigh 'er.
When she is in her tantrums.

She'll toss her head, a-steppen out
Such strides, an' fling the pails about;
An' slam the doors as she do goo,
An' kick the cat out wi' her shoe,
Enough to het her off in two.
The bwoys do bundle out o' house,
A-lassen they should get a towse,
When aunt is in her tantrums.

She whurr'd, woone day, the wooden bowl
In such a veag at my poor poll;
It brush'd the heaeir above my crown,
An' whizz'd on down upon the groun',
An' knock'd the bantam cock right down,
But up he sprung, a-teaeken flight
Wi' tothers, clucken in a fright,
Vrom aunt in such a tantrum!

But Dick stole in, an' reach'd en down
The biggest blather to be voun',
An' crope an' put en out o' zight
Avore the vire, an' plimm'd en tight
An crack'd en wi' the slice thereright
She scream'd, an' bundled out o' house,
An' got so quiet as a mouse,--
It frighten'd off her tantrum.

THE STWONEN PWORCH.

A new house! Ees, indeed! a small
Straight, upstart thing, that, after all,
Do teaeke in only half the groun'
The wold woone did avore 'tw