t awl tell thee, tha'll be suckt, for aw hevn't a
penny i'th' world, an' awm nowt but a warp dresser, an' cannot addle
aboon two-an'-twenty shillin' a wick, an' awm ovver heead an' heels i'
debt, soa tha'll be capt abaat that!' 'Nay awm nooan capt, coss aw knew
it all monny a wick sin, for aw made it i' mi way to mak a few
enquiries, an' if tha'rt satisfied aw am, an' ther's nubdy else owt to
do wi it.' 'Aw've getten quite enuff to satisfy me, but tha can bet thi
booits if it's ivver my luck to goa coortin ageean, awl mak it i' my way
to mak a few enquiries.' 'Well, it's allus safer but aw dooant think
tha'll ivver have th' chonce for nooan o' awr family dee young, but
here's a two-a-three paand aw've managed to save, an' it'll happen help
to pay some o' thi debts. What time is it? aw feel sleepy.' 'Aw think
it's time to lock up.' Two days after, Dick sell'd up an' they went to
America; he's been thear monny a year nah, an' th' last time aw heeard
on him he'd getten some moor properties.

Abraham's Sparrib.

Old Abraham wor a jolly sooart ov a chap, an' he luk'd like it, for he'd
a face ommost as big as a warmin pan, and it tuk ommost as mich stuff to
mak him a waistcoit as wod mak some chaps a suit o' clooas, an' fowk 'at
knew him varry weel sed he wor as fond ov his guts as he wor praad on
'em. Be that as it may, ther wor seldom a feed onywhear for two or three
miles raand but what Abe wor sure to be thear, an' ther wornt a place
within a day's march, whear they made a gooid meal for little brass, but
what he knew it. When he wor young he wor put 'prentice to a cook-shop,
but befoor he'd been a year th' chap failed, an' when th' bums had
fetched aat all th' bits o' furniture, the maister stood opposite young
Abe, wi tears in his een, an' he sed, 'Abraham, if tha'd been livin when
thi name-sake wor, it wod ha been a bad job for th' Israelities. Awve
tewd hard for monny a year, an' after all, awve nowt to see for it but
thee.' 'Well,' sed Abe, 'its a bitter pill, noa daat, but yo mun swallow
it as weel as yo can.' 'Swallow it! if it wor thee tha mud swallow it,
for tha's swallowed all ther wor, an thart all ther is left for mi
pains.'

'Well, maister, yo cannot charge me wi ingratitude for awve stuck to yo
to th' last, an if yo like to start another shop, yo'll find me to
depend on.' 'Aw dooant daat thi for a minnit, lad, but to be plain wi'
thi, it'll be noa use me oppenin another shop unless tha shuts thine