and constant maniwal
heksersise, do get put upon terribul, an hime sure if u could see the
pore creeturs a shoin of eche huther their oonds an brooses, for hall
the world like hold soldiers after a battel, an here wun on em sain, 'My
man give me this here gashly oond on my cheke bone with a smoothin
hiren, last Wensday wos a weke;' an hanuther, tellin ow her JIM take an
run a bradorle into her sholder, an swore hede skru her to the wall; an
a thurd hexplainin ow her husban cum home drunk wen she wos aslepe, an
tride to pitch her out of winder (wich she live up three pair o stares)
an sed hede thro her litel wuns a top of her, and ood a done it too,
honely her naybors cum in an purwented him, just as she wos amost spent
with screechin an prayin, an hangin on by her highlids;--if u cood see
an here all this an more too, as I sees an heres hevery day ude fele ure
blud a bilin in ure wanes, fit to bleech ure werry skin. An then wots
our remmydie? 'Lor,' I sez to NANCY JONES, the huther day, wen I see her
cummin doun the lain with a blak hi, and her gownd tore, an hever so
much of her bak hare torn hout by the rutes, wich her BILL had held
hisself on by it, wile he punched her ed, 'Lor' I sez 'NANCY, if JON
pull my hare so, od rabbit it, hide polecee him.' 'Donte tell,' sez she
'wot's the gude of poleecin of im? Poleece wood get him siks moneths an
ard labor, an hoos to purwide for me an litel JAK, an ROSE JULEENER, an
HAGONES, an SOFIER, wile hese enjoying of hisself in prizzen? He do kepe
us now, and wede better liv and be bete, than keep hole bones an git no
bred.'

"An she do speke no more than the plane truthe, Surr. Poleecin of a
husban punishes the wife and not im. Prizzen gives im a warmer rufe over
his ed than he ad afore; prizzen fare cunis more reglar than his hone,
an cante be no planer nor harder nor scantier than wot he ave leff;
prizzen reggulashuns kepes im clener an elthier an cumfurtabeller than
he cood be in hour corts an hallies, an if prizzen labour wos from siks
in the mornin till siks in the hevenin, its honely wot hese bin hused
to. But the wife of his buzzum, as ave bin harf murdered by him, have to
slave and drive to kepe bred in the mouths of _his_ children (an say
NANCY JONES, 'if it wosn't for the children, Ide ave give im back his
ring at the werry fust nok he giv me'), an must wurk arder than hany
HUNCLE TOM as ever wos, or go to the workus, wich few peepul can abide,
an hall this she must do i