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just cumin thruff t'deear, an' ah chipp'd mi teea i't' 

 pooak on t' fleear" (" I was just coming through the 

 door, and my toe tripped in the sack on the floor"). 

 Or of another parishioner who, though occupying a 

 very small house, somehow contrived to take in a 

 lodger, and on being asked how she managed, replied 

 in truly idiomatic Yorkshire, " Well, sir, you see, he 

 meats hissen, an' ah weshes him " (" He finds his 

 own food, and I wash for him"). 



In taking these rounds no weather stopped him, 

 and, until his latter years, it was with difficulty that 

 he was induced to wear a greatcoat or carry an um- 

 brella with him. During these walks he kept his 

 eyes about him, and any creature, whether bird or 

 beast or creeping thing, in distress or suffering that 

 came before his notice found in him a ready friend 

 and helper. It almost seemed, not that he would not, 

 but that he could not, pass by a suffering creature 

 of any kind without at least attempting to better its 

 case. This was made evident in the smallest matters. 

 Occasionally, perhaps, of an evening, when deeply 

 occupied with his writing, he would suddenly make 

 a start almost as if something had hurt him. This 

 was only a moth or a fly in the candle, which he 

 made a dart at in his endeavour to save it from im- 

 minent peril. Over and over again he would try 

 to seize it, and if successful he would take it to the 

 window and carefully put it outside ; or if the unfor- 

 tunate insect met its fate in the light, the distressed 

 exclamation, " Oh, dear ! " always ensued, betokening 

 genuine regret that he had not been able to save the 



