Soa has thy commin cheered this life ov awrs. 
What tha may come to noa mortal can tell;—­
   We hooap an we pray ’at all may be well. 
We’ve other young taistrels, one, two an three,
   But net one ith’ bunch is moor welcome nor thee. 
Sometimes we are tempted to grummel an freeat,
   Becoss we goa short ov what other fowk get. 
Poverty sometimes we have as a guest,
   But tha needn’t fear, tha shall share ov the best. 
What are fowks’ riches to mother an me? 
   All they have wodn’t buy sich a babby as thee. 
Aw wor warned i’ mi young days ’at weddin browt woe,
   ’At labor an worry wod keep a chap low,—­
‘At love aght o’ th’ winder wod varry sooin flee,
   When poverty coom in at th’ door,—­but aw see
Old fowk an old sayins sometimes miss ther mark,
   For love shines aght breetest when all raand is dark. 
Ther’s monny a nobleman, wed an hawf wild,
   ’At wod give hawf his fortun to have sich a child. 
Then why should we envy his wealth an his lands,
   Tho’ sarvents attend to obey his commands? 
For we have the treasures noa riches can buy,
   An aw think we can keep em,—­at leeast we can try;
An if it should pleeas Him who orders all things,
   To call yo away to rest under His wings,—­
Tho to part wod be hard, yet this comfort is giv’n,
   We shall know ‘at awr treasures are safe up i’ Heaven
Whear no moth an noa rust can corrupt or destroy,
   Nor thieves can braik in, nor troubles annoy. 
Blessins on thi! wee thing,—­an whativver thi lot,
   Tha’rt promised a mansion, tho born in a cot,
What fate is befoor thi noa mortal can see,
   But Christ coom to call just sich childer as thee. 
An this thowt oft cheers me, tho’ fortun may fraan,
   Tha may yet be a jewel to shine in His craan.

Grimes’ Galloway.

“It’s noa use, Sammywell,—­aw dooant knaw ha tha feels, but aw can assure thee ’at aw dooant feel so young as aw used to do.  When aw wor twenty years younger tha allus set off bi thisen an left me to mooild amang it th’ best way aw could; but nah, when tha knows ’at aw can hardly put one fooit afoor tother tha wants me to goa for a walk.  Its weel enuff for thee to climb ovver hills an daan dales, becoss thi limbs are limber—­thanks to me for takkin care on thi as aw have done.  It’s miserable for me to caar ith’ haase all bi misen, an thee wanderin abaat as tha does, an hardly ivver turns up except at meal times, an net allus then.  If tha’d ha takken moor nooatice ov what aw’ve sed to thi i’ years gooan by, we could ha been ridin in a carriage ov us own nah.  It is’nt at aw’ve onny desire to show off, but aw think when fowk get to my age, an have tew’d as aw’ve done, they’re entitled to some ease an comfort.  But aw suppooas aw’st nivver know what rest is until awm under th’ sod.”