to bed till tha's seen 'em, tha'll be like to
come.' 'Howd a minit,' he sed, as he emptied his pint, then he went away
wi' her. Tother stopt. Soa mich for kindness.

An' ther's moor ways nor one o' bein kind. Nah, yo've oft heeard fowk
say, 'Niver cast a claot till May goas aght.' That's all varry gooid as
far as regards top coits an' flannel shirts an sich like. But ther's
another thing, its just abaat th' time for fowk to get new clooas an'
throw off th' old ens; an' aw've a word or two to say abaat that, for
ther's some poor fowk aw see sometimes 'at cannot cast a claot; th' fact
is, they've nowt else to put on. Ha monny scoor fowk do we meet as we
walk abaat, 'ats hardly a rag to ther back, or aw should say they've
nowt but rags, an' that's what prevents 'em havin a chonce to addle
brass to buy ony fresh ens. Ha monny have to creep aght o'th' seet, into
ony sooart ov a low hoil, mix up wi bad compny,--first pine, then beg,
then stail--an' all this becoss they've had th' misfortun to be ragged.
If ther's one thing moor nor another 'at fowk mak a mistak in, it's
_sellin_ ther old clooas. Some may say they can't affoord to give 'em:
Then aw say, wear 'em a bit longer till yo can; ther'll somdy be
thankful for 'em after then. Ivery body can affoord to be charitable to
a certain extent, an' ther's noa charity does as mich gooid wi as little
cost as givin yor old clooas. Luk what comfort yo give a chap; then as
sooin as he sees his sen luk respectable, he begins to want to be soa,
he feels to have moor pluck, he doesn't hing daan his heead, he's a
better chonce to win a honest livin, an' yo may safely think yo've gien
a chap a lift on his way, when yo've gien him yor old clooas.

'If the 8th of June is a rainy day, it foretells a wet harvest, so men
say,' but whether it does or it doesn't aw cannot tell: if it does we
mun mak th' best on it, that's all; but we've one bit o' comfort left
even then, for its sure to be fair at Halifax o'th' 24th. It's grand to
goa to th' Fair an' see fowk starin at th' pictures; an' its cappin to
harken to th' show fowk shaatin an' bawlin an' tellin all sooarts o'
tales to draw th' brass aght o' yor pockets. Then ther's th' swingin
booats, them's for cooarters: they're a grand institution for young
fowk, for if a chap can get his young woman to get in, he's sure of a
chonce to get his arm raand her waist, an' give her a bit of a squeeze.
Then ther's th' flyin' horses, whear a chap can get ma