Ask me about things as happened fifty years ago, and I'll serve you as well as the almanac.

It's the same with my eyes.
I used to be near-sighted, and now I'll read you the sign-board across the street easier than that big bill on the wall.' He raised his violin, and struck out with spirit 'The March of the Men of Harlech.' 'That's the teen as always goes with me on my way to work,' he said, with a laugh.

'It keeps up my courage; this old timber o' mine stumps time on the pavement, and I feel I'm good for something yet.

If only the hand'll keep steady! Firm enough yet, eh, Mr.Ackroyd ?' He swept the bow through a few ringing chords.
'Firm enough,' said Luke, 'and a fine tone, too.

I suppose the older the fiddle is the better it gets ?' 'Ah, 'taint like these fingers.