's a-hangen low,
'Ithin his hands in deepest woe.
An' she, an angel ov his God,
Do cheer his soul below the rod,
A-liften up her han' to call
His eyes to writen on the wall,
As white as is her spotless robe,
'Hast thou remembered my servant Job?'

"An' zoo the squier, in grief o' soul,
Built up the Tower upon the knowl."

FATHERHOOD.

Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,
Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,
An' have all that a man should desire;
But there idden much reaedship in that.
Whether vo'k mid have childern or no,
Wou'dden meaeke mighty odds in the main;
They do bring us mwore jay wi' mwore ho,
An' wi' nwone we've less jay wi' less pain
We be all lik' a zull's idle sheaere out,
An' shall rust out, unless we do wear out,
Lik' do-nothen, rue-nothen,
Dead alive dumps.

As vor me, why my life idden bound
To my own heart alwone, among men;
I do live in myzelf, an' ageaen
In the lives o' my childern all round:
I do live wi' my bwoy in his play,
An' ageaen wi' my maid in her zongs;
An' my heart is a-stirr'd wi' their jay,
An' would burn at the zight o' their wrongs.
I ha' nine lives, an' zoo if a half
O'm do cry, why the rest o'm mid laugh
All so playvully, jayvully,
Happy wi' hope.

Tother night I come hwome a long road,
When the weather did sting an' did vreeze;
An' the snow--vor the day had a-snow'd--
Wer avroze on the boughs o' the trees;
An' my tooes an' my vingers wer num',
An' my veet wer so lumpy as logs,
An' my ears wer so red's a cock's cwom';
An' my nose wer so cwold as a dog's;
But so soon's I got hwome I vorgot
Where my limbs wer a-cwold or wer hot,
When wi' loud cries an' proud cries
They coll'd me so cwold.

Vor the vu'st that I happen'd to meet
Come to pull my girtcwoat vrom my eaerm,
An' another did rub my feaece warm,
An' another hot-slipper'd my veet;
While their mother did cast on a stick,
Vor to keep the red vier alive;
An' they all come so busy an' thick
As the bees vlee-en into their hive,
An' they meaede me so happy an' proud,
That my heart could ha' crow'd out a-loud;
They did tweil zoo, an' smile zoo,
An' coll me so cwold.

As I zot wi' my teacup, at rest,
There I pull'd out the tays I did bring;
Men a-kicken, a-wagg'd wi' a string,
An' goggle-ey'd dolls to b