aece
Mid put a former year in pleaece.
How time do run! How years do roll!

SHEAeDES.

Come here an' zit a while below
Theaese tower, grey and ivy-bound,
In sheaede, the while the zun do glow
So hot upon the flow'ry ground;
An' winds in flight,
Do briskly smite
The blossoms bright, upon the gleaede,
But never stir the sleepen sheaede.

As when you stood upon the brink
O' yonder brook, wi' back-zunn'd head,
Your zunny-grounded sheaede did zink
Upon the water's grav'lly bed,
Where weaeves could zweep
Away, or keep,
The gravel heap that they'd a-meaede,
But never wash away the sheaede.

An' zoo, when you can woonce vulvil
What's feaeir, a-tried by heaven's light,
Why never fear that evil will
Can meaeke a wrong o' your good right.
The right wull stand,
Vor all man's hand,
Till streams on zand, an' wind in gleaedes,
Can zweep away the zuncast sheaedes.

TIMES O' YEAR.

Here did swaey the eltrot flow'rs,
When the hours o' night wer vew,
An' the zun, wi' eaerly beams
Brighten'd streams, an' dried the dew,
An' the goocoo there did greet
Passers by wi' dousty veet.

There the milkmaid hung her brow
By the cow, a-sheenen red;
An' the dog, wi' upward looks,
Watch'd the rooks above his head,
An' the brook, vrom bow to bow,
Here went swift, an' there wer slow.

Now the cwolder-blowen blast,
Here do cast vrom elems' heads
Feaeded leaves, a-whirlen round,
Down to ground, in yollow beds,
Ruslen under milkers' shoes,
When the day do dry the dews.

Soon shall grass, a-vrosted bright,
Glisten white instead o' green,
An' the wind shall smite the cows,
Where the boughs be now their screen.
Things do change as years do vlee;
What ha' years in store vor me?

[Gothic: Eclogue.]

RACKETEN JOE.

_Racketen Joe; his Sister; his Cousin Fanny; and the Dog._

RACKETEN JOE.

Heigh! heigh! here. Who's about?

HIS SISTER.

Oh! lauk! Here's Joe, a ranten lout,

A-meaeken his wild randy-rout.

RACKETEN JOE.

Heigh! Fanny! How d'ye do? (_slaps her._)

FANNY.

Oh! fie; why all the woo'se vor you
A-slappen o' me, black an' blue,
My back!

HIS SISTER.

A whack! you loose-eaerm'd chap,
To gi'e your cousin sich a slap!

FANNY.

I'll pull the heaeir o'n, I do vow;

HIS SISTER.

I'll