LXX FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE I was still a boy and mother's pride, er boy spoke up to me so kind-like, do like, I'll treat you with a ride wheel-barrow.' So then I was blind-like at he had a-working in his mind-like, ounted for a passenger inside; oming to a puddle, pretty wide, p'd me in a-grinning back behind-like. en a man may come to me so thick-like, hake my hand where once he pass'd me by, ell me he would do me this or that, help thinking of the big boy's trick-like, en, for all I can but wag my hat, hank him, I do feel a little shy. W. Barnes LXXI DY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL A true story what's the matter? what's the matter? it is't that ails young Harry Gill, : evermore his teeth they chatter, ter, chatter, chatter still? vaistcoats Harry has no lack, 1 duffil grey, and flannel fine; as a blanket on his back, coats enough to smother nine. In March, December, and in July, Young Harry was a lusty drover, All day she spun in her poor dwelling : By the same fire to boil their pottage, ut when the ice our streams did fetter, er evenings then were dull and dead : d then for cold not sleep a wink. joy for her! whene'er in winter d I never had she, well or sick, every man who knew her says, ile beforehand, turf or stick, ough to warm her for three days. w, when the frost was past enduring, I made her poor old bones to ache, ■ld any thing be more alluring an an old hedge to Goody Blake? now and then, it must be said, en her old bones were cold and chill, left her fire, or left her bed, seek the hedge of Harry Gill. Harry he had long suspected 5 trespass of old Goody Blake; I vowed that she should be detectedt he on her would vengeance take; oft from his warm fire he'd go, to the fields his road would take; there, at night, in frost and snow, watched to seize old Goody Blake. K |