IN "THE GOOD OLD TIMES." in 



eyes twinkle, fur his hand waun't a light un. Then 

 he sez, ' You wasteful young dogs, you've bin 

 chuckin' away the werry best part o' the bacon. 

 Don't ye iver do it again in my house.' More we 

 didn't, I can tell ye ; he wus heavy-handed, but he 

 wus a real good un, bless ye." 



I could fully endorse this ; a true specimen of 

 the honourable old school was the master of The 

 Coorhbe farm, considerate to man and beast. He 

 never went to bed, winter or summer, before making 

 a last inspection of the stables and the cow-stalls 

 to see that all the stock was properly cared for. He 

 never shirked work himself, and he would suffer 

 no evasion of it on the part of others. I will give 

 an example of the sterling honesty that characterised 

 all his actions. After the wheat had been threshed 

 out, when the measuring took place, if the odd 

 quantity amounted to half a bushel, he would allow 

 the thresher a bushel for it ; if it only reached a 

 peck, he claimed it. Then, after the wheat had 

 been placed in the large bins before being put in 

 sacks for the market, he would go up to any one 

 of them haphazard, turn his back on it, put his hand 

 behind him, and take a handful of the grain from the 



