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rope tu hang them as ha' done crimes tu awful for 'em tu remain on the airth. 

 The martyrs know'd summat about lions. Did Dan'l giv up prayin' ? Not he. He 

 didn't put off his prayers till he got atween the blankets an' then slept on 'em, he 

 wasn't afeard to jine in the prayer meetin' for fear folks shud hear him. He opened 

 his winder. Some on us would ha' banged it tu an' drawed the blind. Dan'l didn't. 

 Then they tiptoed under the window, and heerd him. i Alright,' says they, 'Dan'l 

 we've got ye.' Darius done his best for him, an' didn't think no more o' the tattlers 

 for theer spite an' tell-talin' ! They'd heerd Dan'l and theer warn't any breakin' 

 o' the law o' the Medes an' Prussians. Why didn't Dan'l be keerful ? Couldn't 

 God heer a whisper ? Of cos He ken, but that warn't it, it wor stickin 1 tu principle. 

 Darius whispered in his ear words of good cheer. I reckon them fellows got the 

 keepers tu forget them lions' suppers a day or tew aforehand. In they popped 

 him. How them big men stared when them ravenous beasts fell to lickin' instead 

 of eating Dan'l ! God sent His angel. If Dan'l prayed upstairs, I reckon he didn't 

 give up now. Darius had a rough night on it. A guilty conscience wor'wuss 'an 

 sleepin' on a heap o' sheep-hurdles or under a harrer. He was a airly riser next 

 mornin', and cumin' tu the gratin whined out, i Dan'l are yew theer, or are yew 

 eaten up ? ' Dan'l said, l Alright, guvner, I'm all serene, God ha' sent His angel /' 

 And friends, ain't God shet the lions' mouths for yew full many a time ? ' (A chorus 

 of answers in the affirmative follows the question.) < If the lions oan't eat Dan'],' 

 says the king, 'yew must out with him.' So Dan'i wor hauled out alright an' riddy 

 for his breakfast. But the wust wor yit tu cum, his iniinies wor hulled in an' 

 made breakfast for them starvin' lions. And friends, ain't it true that the sins of 

 the fathers is wisited on the little uns ? Ah ! friends, I allers pities the innercent 

 little uns. And note yew, them as dig traps for others gin'rally fall in theerselves. 

 I once knowed a keeper put a shot intu a fox as wor about tu spring on a hare ; 

 had he not been arter the hare he'd not ha' bin shot most likely. 



Our 'parson's' lessons drawn from the narrative are, 'First It ain't allers 

 aisy work tu sarve God ; second, If we want tu be good an' prosperous in this 

 world an' the next, we must be prayin' people; third, It is allers best tu take our 

 troubles an' our cares tu God, for He'll sefld His angel tu shet the lions' mouths.' 



Another night on the Broads, an early row round, and a dip in the cool fresh 

 waters, and away are we hurried in the rumbling train to the worries and bustles 

 and responsibilities of the work-a-day world. 



