STANZAS TO JUANITA. 77 



" Why yo happen have a sup left said Slinger " ? 



" Ea lad, ther'^ some i ' that pewter sithee— tak howd an " sup." 



" Thank thi' " he said, an' here's wishing at ther may niver be a 

 mulei'th' garden but what '11 be as easy getten shut on as this has 

 been this afternoon." 



" Gooid lad Slinger ! Tha talks like a book. I believe if tha' d had 

 a better bringing up tha'd ha' made a philosipher says Molly." 



" Tha had a fancy once so be a police ossifer hadn't ta said Jim ? 

 But I think tha's getten that nooation purged aght on thi nah " ? 



" Well I gate it swill'd aght on me ony way. But I think some- 

 times 'at it towt me a bit o' sense, an' whoiver he is 'at wants to raise 

 hissen up, by pooling somdy else daan I hope he'll get sarved ith' same, 

 way ; for when a chap shuts his e'en to every bodys interests but his own 

 he desarves to be d^opt on — but if we'd all to strive to learn one another 

 a hand, things ud go on a deal smoother, an' as nooan on us are perfect 

 we ought to try by kindness an ' gooid natiu: an by practising a bit o 

 patience to make one another's rooad as pleasant as we con an if Ave stuck 

 to that we should find fewer mules i'th' garden." 



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" O ! an' soa that's th' tale abaght Slinger, is it Ezra ?" 

 " That's it imcle, its done nah." 



"Its abaght time it wor, an' th'next time tha comes here an' brings 

 a tale wi' thi, make it hauf as long an' it'll be twice as welcome." 



J. H. 



^Umn^ U iuattita. 



O name for ever on my Up, 

 While memory bears her part 



Deeper than Calais e'en was writ, 

 On Eoyal-Mary's heart. 



Daily its lighest whisper makes 

 The boimdmg life blood leap ; 



Nightly sweet music ever gives 

 Its semblance in my sleep. 



Juanita should I find thee 

 Other than 1 fondly deem, 



Still my heart shall plead forgiveness, 

 Dew-drops are not what they seem. 



s. w. 



