142 SPRING-TIDE. 



sounded audibly above the loudest notes 

 of the organ, the scene became inexpressibly 

 affecting. 



S. Another proof of the familiarity of 

 this bird, which will ever be a favourite 

 with man. 



Simon. I thenks there 's a good trout or 

 two in owld Speck's meadow, zur. Will 'e 

 try ? 



S. Ay, we '11 go thither at once, Simon. 

 Did you tell Speck that I wish to see 

 him ? 



Simon. Eez, zur. 



S. What did he say ? 



Simon. Haw ! a laafed and zed as how 

 a'd come, but 'twas o' no use ; ye couldn't 

 get any more rent out o' he ; 'twas like 

 puttin' a crupper on a twoad. 



S. Why so, Simon ? 



Simon. 'Cos a twoad 'ant got no tayl, 

 zur ! I do thenk a's the stingiest owld 

 wosbird in the 'orld. Last winter a was 



