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Mayhap yo'll net agree,--
Its like enuff 'at awm mistaen,--
But it seems that way to me.

If yo hear a clivver sarmon,
Yor attention it command's,
If yo know at th' praicher's heart's as white
As what he keeps his hands.

Ther's too mich love ov worldly ways,
An too mich affectation;
They work i'th' vinyard a few days,
Then hint abaat vacation.

He has to have a holiday
Because he's worked soa hard;--
Well, aw allus think 'at labor
Is desarvin ov reward.

What matters, tho' his little flock
A shepherd's care is wantin:
Old Nick may have his run o'th' fold
Wol he's off galavantin.

Aw dooant say 'at yo're sich a one,
Yo seem a gradely sooart;
But if yo' th' Gospel armour don,
Yo'll find it isn't spooart.

Dooant sell yor heavenly birthright,
For a mess ov worldly pottage:
But spend less time i'th' squire's hall
An moor i'th' poor man's cottage.

Point aght the way an walk in it,
They'll follow, one bi one,
An when yo've gained yor journey's end,
Yo'll hear them words, "Well done."

A Christian soldier has to be,
Endurin, bold an brave;
Strong in his faith he'll sewerly win,
As sewer as my name's Dave."

Sammywell's Eggsperiment.

"If my memory sarves me reightly, Mally, its abaght forty year sin aw
tell'd thee at aw liked a boil'd egg for mi braikfast, an it seems tha's
nivver forgetten it, for it seems to me at tha's nivver gein me owt
else, an awm just abaat sick o'th seet on em."

"Ther's nivver onny suitin thee, Sammywell, what aw do for thi, an as to
givin thi eggs to thi braikfast for forty year, tha knows it isn't true,
for aw dooant think tha's had em moor nor once a month, if that. But tha
needn't freeat abaat that, for at th' price eggs is nah, its just like
aitin brass. Aw've gien em to thi a time or two latly becoss tha
complained abaat feelin waik, an ther's nowt at's moor strength nor
eggs."

"If this is a sample aw believe tha'rt reight, for this is strong enuff
to drive me aght o'th haase. Eggs is nivver fit to ait unless they're
fresh, and tha owt to know that."

"It's a queer thing if that isn't fresh, for aw nobbut bowt a duzzen off
Judy Jooans yesterdy, an shoo declared shoo laid em hersen."

"Then that accaants for it, for its just th' soort ov a egg at aw should
fancy Judy wod lay. When tha buys onny moor, be sewer they've been laid
wi a nice young pullet an then they willn't poison a chap. That's