vor woonce, at leaest, ov all
The pleaecen where the stream do vall,
There's woone that zome to-day mid vind,
Wi' things a-suited to their mind.
An' that's out where the Fancy Feaeir
Is on at Maiden Newton.

An' vo'k, a-smarten'd up, wull hop
Out here, as ev'ry train do stop,
Vrom up the line, a longish ride,
An' down along the river-zide.
An' zome do beaet, wi' heels an' tooes,
The leaenes an' paths, in nimble shoes,
An' bring, bezides, a biggish knot,
Ov all their childern that can trot,
A-vlocken where the Fancy Feaeir
Is here at Maiden Newton.

If you should goo, to-day, avore
A _Chilfrome_ house or _Downfrome_ door,
Or _Frampton's_ park-zide row, or look
Drough quiet _Wraxall's_ slopy nook,
Or elbow-streeted _Catt'stock_, down
By _Castlehill's_ cwold-winded crown,
An' zee if vo'k be all at hwome,
You'd vind em out--they be a-come
Out hither, where the Fancy Feaeir
Is on at Maiden Newton.

Come, young men, come, an' here you'll vind
A gift to please a maiden's mind;
Come, husbands, here be gifts to please
Your wives, an' meaeke em smile vor days;
Come, so's, an' buy at Fancy Feaeir
A keepseaeke vor your friends elsewhere;
You can't but stop an' spend a cwein
Wi' leaedies that ha' goods so fine;
An' all to meake, vor childern's seaeke,
The School at Maiden Newton.

THINGS DO COME ROUND.

Above the leafless hazzle-wride
The wind-drove rain did quickly vall,
An' on the meaeple's ribby zide
Did hang the rain-drops quiv'ren ball;
Out where the brook o' foamy yollow
Roll'd along the meaed's deep hollow,
An' noo birds wer out to beaet,
Wi' flappen wings, the vleen wet
O' zunless clouds on flow'rless ground.
How time do bring the seasons round!

The moss, a-beaet vrom trees, did lie
Upon the ground in ashen droves,
An' western wind did huffle high,
Above the sheds' quick-drippen oves.
An' where the ruslen straw did sound
So dry, a-shelter'd in the lew,
I staied alwone, an' weather-bound,
An' thought on times, long years agoo,
Wi' water-floods on flow'rless ground.
How time do bring the seasons round!

We then, in childhood play, did seem
In work o' men to teaeke a peaert,
A-dreven on our wild bwoy team,
Or lwoaden o' the tiny cart.
Or, on our little refters, spread
The zedgen ruf above