ary there. It is entirely different from that in the 'Suffolk N.
and Q.,' though at the same time there are slight resemblances in
expression. As ballads they are quite distinct. I suppose the other
copies to which Mr Chappell refers are like the Pepysian, which begins
as he says, 'Strike up, ye lusty Gallants.'

"W. ALDIS WRIGHT.

"CAMBRIDGE."

V.
A SOVEREIGN REMEDY.

Not many years since, not far from Ipswich, some practical agriculturists
met--as, for all I know, they may meet now--at a Farmers' Club to discuss
such questions as bear practically upon their business and interests. One
evening the subject for discussion was, "How to cure hot yards," _i.e._,
yards where the manure has become so heated as to be hurtful to the
cattle's feet. Many remedies were suggested, some no doubt well worth
trying, others dealing too much maybe in small-talk of acids and alkalis.
None of the party was satisfied that a cure had been found which stood
the test of general experience. Then they asked an elderly farmer, who
had preserved a profound silence through all the discussion, what he
would recommend. His answer was very true and to the point. "Gentlemen,"
he said, "yeou shu'nt have let it got so."

HIPPICUS.

VI.
THE ONLY DARTER.

A SUFFOLK CLERGYMAN'S REMINISCENCE. {52a}

Our young parson said to me t'other daa, "John," sez he, "din't yeou
nivver hev a darter?" "Sar," sez I, "I had one once, but she ha' been
dead close on thatty years." And then I towd him about my poor mor.
{52b}

"I lost my fust wife thatty-three years ago. She left me with six bors
and Susan. She was the owdest of them all, tarned sixteen when her
mother died. She was a fine jolly gal, with lots of sperit. I coon't be
alluz at home, and tho' I'd nivver a wadd {52c} to saa aginst Susan, yet
I thowt I wanted some one to look arter her and the bors. Gals want a
mother more than bors. So arter a year I married my second wife, and a
rale good wife she ha' bin to me. But Susan coon't git on with her.
She'd dew {52d} what she was towd, but 'twarn't done pleasant, and when
she spook she spook _so_ short. My wife was werry patient with her; but
dew all she could, she nivver could git on with Susan.

"I'd a married sister in London, whue cum down to see us at Whissuntide.
She see how things fared, and she saa to me, 'John,' sez she, 'dew yeou
let Susan go back with me, and I'll git her a good place and see ar