Ov coorse this tooast wor drunk i’ bumpers, an’ sooin after they brake up, an’ all went to ther hooams.

Joa an’ Bessy seem to get on varry weel together; an Joa’s mother says ’at all shoo wants to mak her happy is to be a granmother.

Stooansnatch seems to be altered famously sin Bessy gate wed, an’ it is sed (but for th’ truth on it aw willn’t pledge misen), ’at one day he gave a little lad a penny to buy spice wi’.  If its true, he isn’t past hooap yet.

He spends th’ mooast ov his time up at Joa’s, but he’s niver had a pooaker in his hand sin that neet, an’ if yo want to see him mad, just say a word abaat hangin.

Th’ New Railrooad.

Yo’ve heeard tell abaat th new railrooad aw dar say?  It’s an age o’ steeam is this!  Smook nuisance and boilers brustin are ivery-day affairs, an’ ivery thing an’ ivery body seem to be on at full speed.  Aw wonder ’at noabdy invents a man wi a drivin pulley at his back soa’s they could speed him up as they do a loom to soa mony picks a minit; th’ chap ’at get’s a patent for that ul mak a fortune.

But after all, they dooant seem in a varry gurt hurry abaat th’ new railroad; but we mun remember Rome wor’nt built in a day, nor a neet nawther, an’ soa we mun have patience.  They’ve nobbut been agate two or three year, an’ although it’s hardly likely at’ we shall live to see it finished, happen somedy else will, an’ that’s a comfort.  But bi what aw hear, ther’s some fowk at Ovenden fancy it’ll be finished befoor soa varry long, an’ they’ve started what they call “a railway trainin class,” to taich some oth’ young chaps to be railway porters, soa’s they’ll be ready when th’ time comes.  They meet in a cottage haase twice a wick to practice, an’ they say they’re gettin on furst rate.  Ther’s owd Billy ‘at wor once a firer-up for a veal pie shop, an’ he’s th’ president, an he’s getten th’ asthma soa bad wol if he sturs he puffs war nor a broken winded horse, soa they call him puffin Billy.  When they’re practisin’, they stand o’th’ side o’th’ oven door i’ ther turns, an’ when Billy whistles one on ’em oppens it an’ shaats aght “Change here for Bradford Beck, Halifax, Hull and t’other shops!” then he bangs it too ageean an shaats “All reight!” an another comes an’ does th’ same.  When they began at th’ furst they borrowed a Tom cat o’ th’ old woman, an’ used to put it i’ th’ oven for a passenger, but one o’th’ chaps wor soa fussy, ‘at he bang’d th’ door too befoor it had getten reight aght, an’ chopped its tail clean off.  Niver mind if th’ owd woman didn’t mak a crack—­shoo declared shoo’d sue’ em for condemnation.  Billy tell’d her it ud be a Manx cat after that, but shoo sooin tell’d him shoo wanted nooan sich lik manx; soa they have to tak ther lessons nah withaat passenger.  Two on ’em ’at’s passed ther examination are studdyin nah for ticket collectors, an’ they promise to mak varry gooid uns.  When they practise that, they call th’ haase door th’ furst class, th’ cubbord th’ second class, an’ th’ oven door th’ third class, an’ they start at th’ haase door furst, “Gentlemen, your tickets please,” then they goa to th’ cubbord door, “Tickets,” an’ then to th’ oven door, “Nah then, luk sharp wi’ them tickets.”