Ah! sad wer we as we did peaece
The wold church road, wi’ downcast feaece,
The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep
Above our child a-left asleep,
Wer now a-zingen all alive
Wi’ tother bells to meaeke the vive. 
But up at woone pleaece we come by,
’Twere hard to keep woone’s two eyes dry;
On Steaen-cliff road, ’ithin the drong,
Up where, as vo’k do pass along,
The turnen stile, a-painted white,
Do sheen by day an’ show by night. 
Vor always there, as we did goo
To church, thik stile did let us drough,
Wi’ spreaden eaerms that wheel’d to guide
Us each in turn to tother zide. 
An’ vu’st ov all the train he took
My wife, wi’ winsome gait an’ look;
An’ then zent on my little maid,
A-skippen onward, overjaey’d
To reach ageaen the pleaece o’ pride,
Her comely mother’s left han’ zide. 
An’ then, a-wheelen roun’ he took
On me, ’ithin his third white nook. 
An’ in the fourth, a-sheaeken wild,
He zent us on our giddy child. 
But eesterday he guided slow
My downcast Jenny, vull o’ woe,
An’ then my little maid in black,
A-walken softly on her track;
An’ after he’d a-turn’d ageaen,
To let me goo along the leaene,
He had noo little bwoy to vill
His last white eaerms, an’ they stood still.

     TO THE WATER-CROWFOOT

     O small-feaec’d flow’r that now dost bloom,
     To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome,
     An’ leaeve the [2]clote to spread his flow’r
     On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour,
     When sof’ly-rizen airs do cool
     The water in the sheenen pool,
     Thy beds o’ snow white buds do gleam
     So feaeir upon the sky-blue stream,
     As whitest clouds, a-hangen high
     Avore the blueness of the sky.

[Footnote 2:  The yellow water-lily.]

ZUMMER AN’ WINTER

When I led by zummer streams
The pride o’ Lea, as naighbours thought her,
While the zun, wi’ evenen beams,
Did cast our sheaedes athirt the water: 
Winds a-blowen,
Streams a-flowen,
Skies a-glowen,
Tokens ov my jay zoo fleeten,
Heightened it, that happy meeten.

Then, when maid and man took pleaeces,
Gay in winter’s Chris’mas dances,
Showen in their merry feaeces
Kindly smiles an’ glisnen glances: 
Stars a-winken,
Days a-shrinken,
Sheaedes a-zinken,
Brought anew the happy meeten,
That did meaeke the night too fleeten.

JAMES MATTHEW BARRIE

(1860-)

James Matthew Barrie was born May 9th, 1860, at Kirriemuir, Scotland (’Thrums’); son of a physician whom he has lovingly embodied as ’Dr. McQueen,’ and with a mother and sister who will live as ‘Jess’ and ‘Leeby.’  After an academy course at Dumfries he entered the University of Edinburgh at eighteen, where he graduated M.A., and took honors in the English Literature class.  A few months later he took a place on a newspaper in Nottingham, England, and in the spring of 1885 went to London, where the papers had begun to accept his work.