Where is the Parson ?' "'Which one, Sir ?' "'The one that's so fond of fishing.' "'Ain't up yet, Sir.' "'Well, the old boy, that wore breeches.' "Out on a sick visit to one of the cottages, Sir.' "When he comes in, send him to me, I'm shockin' sick.' "With that I goes to look arter the two pretty galls in the drawin' room; and there was the ladies a chatterin' away like any thing.

The moment I came in it was as dumb as a quaker's meetin'.

They all hauled up at once, like a stage-coach to an inn-door, from a hand-gallop to a stock still stand.

I seed men warn't wanted there, it warn't the custom so airly, so I polled out o' that creek, starn first.

They don't like men in the mornin', in England, do the ladies; they think 'em in the way.
"'What on airth, shall I do ?' says I, 'it's nothin' but rain, rain, rain--here in this awful dismal country.