I had it aw out about Strafford, an t'Five Members, an thoose dirty dealins wi th' Irish devils! Yo should ha yerd it, Davy--yo should, I'll uphowd yo!' And placing his stick between his knees, the old man leant his hands upon it, with a meditative and judicial air.

The boy stood looking down at him, a broad smile lighting up the dark and vivid face.

Old 'Lias supplied him with a perpetual 'spectacle' which never palled.
'Coe him back, 'Lias, he's soomwheer about.

Yo need nobbut coe him, an he'll coom.' 'Lias looked fatuously pleased.

He lifted his head and affected to scan the path along which he had just travelled.
'Aye, I daur say he's not far .-- Yor Majesty!' And 'Lias laid his head on one side and listened.