Bessy Marris's barn! tha knaws she laäid it to meä. Mowt a bean, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, sheä. 'Siver, I kep un, I kep un, my lass, tha mun understond;

I done my duty by un as I 'a done by the lond.

But Parson a comes an' a goos, an' a says it easy an' freeä,

"The amoighty's a taäkin o' you to 'issen, my friend," says 'eä.

I weänt saäy men be loiars, thof summun said it

If godamoighty an' parson 'ud nobbut let ma aloän,

Meä, wi' haäte oonderd haäcre o' Squoire's an' load o' my oän.

Do godamoighty knaw what a 's doing a-taäkin' o' meä?

I beänt wonn as saws 'ere a beän an' yonder a peä;

An' Squoire 'ull be sa mad an' all a' dear a' dear!

And I 'a monaged for Squoire come Michaelmas thirty year.

A mowt 'a taäken Joänes, as 'ant a 'aäpoth o'

sense,

Or a mowt 'a taäken Robins a niver mended a fence:

But godamoighty a moost taäke meä an' taäke

ma now

Wi' auf the cows to cauve an' Thornaby holms to plow!

Looak 'ow quoloty smoiles when they sees ma a passin' by,

Says to thessen naw doot "what a mon a be sewer-ly!"

For they knaws what I bean to Squoire sin fust a comed to the 'All;

I done my duty by Squoire an' I done my duty by all.,

Squoire's in Lunnon, an' summun I reckons 'ull 'a to wroite,

For who's to howd the lond ater mea thot muddles ma quoit;

Sartin-sewer I beä, thot a weant niver give it to Joanes,

Noither a moänt to Robins-a niver rembles the stoäns.

But summun 'ull come ater meä mayhap wi' 'is kittle o' steam

Huzzin' an' maazin' the blessed feälds wi' the Divil's oan team:

Gin I mun doy I mun doy, an' loife they says is sweet,

But gin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear to see it.

What atta stannin' theer for, an' doesn bring ma the yaale?

Doctor's a 'tottler, lass, and a 's hallus i' the owd

taäle;

I weant break rules for Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy;

Git ma my yaale I tell tha, an' gin I mun doy I

mun doy.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

THE DULE 'S I' THIS BONNET O' MINE.

YORKSHIRE DIALECT.

THE dule 's i' this bonnet o' mine:
My ribbins 'll never be reet ;
Here, Mally, aw 'd like to be fine,
For Jamie 'll be comin' to-neet;
He met me i' th' lone t' other day

(Aw wur gooin' for wayter to th' well), An' he begged that aw'd wed him i̇' May, Bi th' mass, if he 'll let ine, aw will!

When he took my two honds into his,

Good Lord, heaw they trembled between!
An' aw durst n't look up in his face,
Becose on him seein' my e'en.
My check went as red as a rose ;

There's never a mortal con tell
Heaw happy aw felt,-for, thae knows,
One could n't ha' axed him theirsel'.

But th' tale wur at th' end o' my tung:
To let it eawt would n't be reet,
For aw thought to seem forrud wur wrung;
So aw towd him aw 'd tell him to-neet.
But, Mally, thae knows very weel,

Though it is n't a thing one should own, Iv aw'd th' pikein' o' th' world to mysel', Aw'd oather ha' Jamie or noan.

Neaw, Mally, aw 've towd thae my mind;
What would to do iv it wur thee?
"Aw'd tak him just while he 'se inclined,
An' a farrantly bargain he 'll be ;
For Jamie's as greadly a lad

As ever stept cawt into th' sun.
Go jump at thy chance, an' get wed;

An' mak th' best o' th' job when it's done!"

Eh, dear! but it's time to be gwon :

Aw should n't like Jamie to wait; Aw connut for shame be too soon,

An' aw would n't for th' wuld be too late. Aw'm o' ov a tremble to th' heel:

Dost think 'at my bonnet 'll do? "Be off, lass, thae looks very weel; He wants noan o' th' bonnet, thae foo!"

EDWIN WAUGH.

MR. MOLONY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL.

GIVEN TO THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY.

O, WILL ye choose to hear the news?
Bedad, I cannot pass it o'er:

I'll tell you all about the ball
To the Naypaulase Ambassador.
Begor! this fête all balls does bate,

[From a little work, printed for private distribution, bearing the unpromising title of "Legal Lyrics and Metrical Illustrations of the Scottish forms of Process"; but abounding in keen wit and rich humor which force themselves on the appreciation even of readers who are unacquainted with the Scottish dialect and with the exquisitely simple forms and phrases of Scottish law.]

I GAED to spend a week in Fife ;
An unco week it proved to be;
For there I met a waesome wife
Lamentin' her viduity.

Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell,

I thought her heart would burst the shell

And I was sae left to mysel'