"D'ye call that doctrin'?
He bean't al'ays, or I shoo'n't be scrapin' my heels wi' nothin' to do, and, what's warse, nothin' to eat.

Why, look heer.

Luck's luck, and bad luck's the con-trary.

Varmer Bollop, t'other day, has's rick burnt down.

Next night his gran'ry's burnt.