er sin, for he
doesn't seem to like th' idea o' Tommy bein soa varry near him wi' a
razor.

Ov course Tommy worn't made a deacon, an' what wor war nor all he lost
th' widder into th' bargain.

They did try to get him to join th' Good Templars; an' Alick sed if he
wanted to be a member he'd promise to see' at he wor thear i' time if he
had to sit up another neet for it; 'an tha knows awm a man o' mi word,
doesn't ta, Tommy?'

But someha or other Tommy seems content to stop as he is, but if yo
should iver give him a call, aw wodn't advise yo to say owt abaat him
bein made deacon, for th' thowts on it seems to be like th' black
pudding he had at th' burrin drinkin,--varry heavy on his stummack, an'
all th' gin an' watter he's been able to get has niver swilled it daan.

Hannah Maria's getten wed agean; shoo wor as gooid as her word.--shoo
wed a local praicher; but as his labours didn't seem to profit him mich,
he left th' connexion, an' wi' Hannah Maria's bit o' brass he bowt th'
valiation o'th 'Purrin Pussycat' public haase, an' shoo tends th' bar
wi' as mich red ribbon flyin raand her heead as ud mak reins for a
six-horse team. Tommy called once, but when he saw th' picture frame 'at
he'd taen soa mich pains wi' for Jack's funeral card hung up wi' a
ticket in it sayin 'prime pop,' he supt up his rum an' walked
sorrowfully aght, withaat payin for it, an' he's niver been seen thear
sin.

One Amang th' Rest.

I cannot say that the birth of Sally Green was heralded with many joyful
anticipations. Her father was one of those unfortunate men who have
never had any trade taught to them, and his income, always small, was
also very precarious. One day you might find him distributing circulars,
another, acting as porter; at times he got a stray job as gardener, and
was always willing to undertake almost any thing by which to earn an
honest penny. His wife had for many years been a sickly woman, yet she
was fruitful, as was proved by the six children who with laughter or
tears, as the case might be, welcomed their father home.

"Old Tip," as he was familiarly called both at home and abroad, was
sitting opposite the fire, smoking an old clay pipe, when the news was
brought that little Sally was born, and both mother and babe were doing
well. He answered simply, "Ho!" "An' is that all tha has to say when
tha's getten another dowter, an' one o' th' grandest childer aw think'
at wor iver born?"

"Well, what am aw to