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interest and gratify her to record how many other people shared in the 

 esteem and affection which she entertained for Mr. Barnes. I said, 

 ' You know they have put up a statue to him outside St. Peter's 

 Church at Dorchester? She said, ' Fes ! and ivhat a colour ! ! 

 poor dear man ! / / ' / said, ' Oh ! that's owing to the stuff they 

 made it of; they couldn't help that, you know' She said, ' I don't 

 cedre; they did ought to a-drawed'n out deferent. And, there, Mr. 

 Barnes wur that clever he know'd vive or zix defferent sarts 0' 

 languages, and, when any furriners did come to Darchester, the volk 

 there didn't know what they did zaay, and couldn't vind out, not 

 avore they did zend auver to Came fur he to come and tell 'em. 

 And, now he's dead, they've a-daimed 'en ! ! !" 



It should be added, by way of explanation, that W. Barnes acted 

 as interpreter in the police court at Dorchester on two or three occasions. 



W. AT. B. 



1. THE WIND AT THE DOOR. 



As day did darken on the dewless grass 

 There still wi' nwone a-come by me, 

 To stay a- while at hwome by me ; 

 Within the house, all dumb by me, 

 I zot me sad as the eventide did pass. 



An' there a win'-blast shook the rattlen door, 



An' seemed, as win' did mwone without, 



As if my Jeane, alwone without, 



A-stannen on the stone without, 



Wer there a-come wi' happiness oonce mwore. 



I went to door ; an' out vrom trees above 



My head, upon the blast by me, 



Sweet blossoms wer a-cast by me, 



As if my love, a-past by me, 



Did fling em down a token ov her love. 



