, an' each wi' a feaeiren.

WILLIAM.

Aye, well, there's noo peace 'ithout comen
To stannen an' show, in the zummer.

JOHN.

An' how is your Jeaene? still as merry
As ever, wi' cheaeks lik' a cherry?

WILLIAM.

Still merry, but beauty's as feaedesome
'S the rain's glowen bow in the zummer.

JOHN.

Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye
Come soon, wi' your childern behind ye,
To Stowe, while o' bwoth zides o' hedges,
The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.

WILLIAM.

Well, aye, when the mowen is over,
An' ee-grass do whiten wi' clover.
A man's a-tired out, vor much walken,
The while he do mow in the zummer.

WILLIAM'S BWOY.

I'll goo, an' we'll zet up a wicket,
An' have a good innens at cricket;
An' teaeke a good plounce in the water.
Where clote-leaves do grow in the zummer.

WILLIAM'S MAID.

I'll goo, an' we'll play "Thread the needle"
Or "Hunten the slipper," or wheedle
Young Jemmy to fiddle, an' reely
So brisk to an' fro in the zummer.

JOHN.

An' Jeaene. Mind you don't come 'ithout her,
My wife is a-thinken about her;
At our house she'll find she's as welcome
'S the rwose that do blow in the zummer.

LINDENORE.

At Lindenore upon the steep,
Bezide the trees a-reachen high,
The while their lower limbs do zweep
The river-stream a-flowen by;
By graegle bells in beds o' blue,
Below the tree-stems in the lew,
Calm air do vind the rwose-bound door,
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.

An' there noo foam do hiss avore
Swift bwoats, wi' water-plowen keels,
An' there noo broad high-road's a-wore
By vur-brought trav'lers' cracklen wheels;
Noo crowd's a-passen to and fro,
Upon the bridge's high-sprung bow:
An' vew but I do seek the door
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.

Vor there the town, wi' zun-bright walls,
Do sheen vur off, by hills o' grey,
An' town-vo'k ha' but seldom calls
O' business there, from day to day:
But Ellen didden leaeve her ruf
To be admir'd, an' that's enough--
Vor I've a-vound 'ithin her door,
Feaeir Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.

ME'TH BELOW THE TREE.

O when theaese elems' crooked boughs,
A'most too thin to sheaede the cows,
Did slowly swing above the grass
As winds o' Spring did softly pass,
An' zunlight show'd the shiften sheaede,
While youthful me'th wi' laughter loud,
Did twist his lim's among the crowd
Down there