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thousand feet below this grit rock of Ryeloaf, it having been lifted to that 

 extent by the Fault. 



The view from Ryeloaf is very extensive, embracing the upper por- 

 tions of the valleys of the Aire and Ribble as far as Skipton on one side and 

 Peudle Hill and Padiham heights on the other. To the north, Fountains 

 Fell, Malham Tarn and the grey Crags behind are seen. From this place 

 the foot path is very indistinct, in fact there is none over Malham moor, 

 and in refering to our faithful guide the Ordnance Map, we found a blank 

 space at this particular spot, indicating that there was no distinct path. But, 

 Avith our compass and map Ave went straight across the moor, and without 

 the least difficulty got into the road which led down by Malham Cove to 

 Malham, where we had appointed to meet our friends (who had come up 

 Wharfe valley, through Bolton Woods and Kilnsey, and over the moors,) 

 in the evening. ^ 



J. S. 



^t0iy ni ^§tf$Mi, 



Same fows wl" sanctimonious faces, 



Talk abaght hearts, an Ijralns, an' graces. 



An' pui'flot motive, finjsi; feelin', 



As tho' damo iiataro in her dealin 



Had gein such t'.iings to nooan but them. 



An quite o'erlook'd poor worlrin men. 



A tender heart an' lioniy hand 



They dunnot seem to understand ; 



Or "at a factorj- lass can be 



FuU ov susceptibiUty. 



But if they knew as mich as me, 



(An' that's butUttle,) they'd agree 



'An own 'at hearts as pure can dwell, 



I" fowk 'at's rung to work bith bell. 



As iver beat i' mortals breast, 



E'en tho' that mortal siwarts a crest. 



A sample o' this sooart o' thing 



It's my intention nab to bring. 



A factory lad an' factory lass, 



I' shabby clooas, an' short o' brass, 



Aw hecard one neet i' conversation 



Abaght ther futcr sitiwation. 



He meant to trj- some distant shore 



To multiply his scanty store, 



An' thus shoo used her best endeavour 



To change hin mind, so' R unt to leave hrr. 



"Tiia woclnt goa an* leave me, Jim, 



All lonely by mysel ? 

 3Iy eon at 'th varry thowts grow dim, 



Aw cannot say farewell. 



Tlia vow'd tha coiild n't live miless 



Tha saw me ivery day, 

 An' said tha knew uoa happiness 



When aw wor f orc'd away ; 



An" th' tales tha tould I know f uU weel 



Wor true as gospel then ; 

 What is it, lad, 'at ma's tM feel 



Soa strange — unlike thisen ? 



Ther's room enufE aw think tha'll find 

 !• th' taan whear tha woa bom. 



To make a livin if tha'U mind. 

 An ha" faith i' to-raoni. 



Aw've mony a time goan to mi wark 

 Throo cl.iads o' rain an' sleet. 



All's seem'd soa dull, soa i';re.ir, r.u' dark, 

 Ic ommust mud !« neot. 



