Here goes, yer honour." Voltaire eyed him doubtfully, and Simon coolly returned the stare.
"You are not a-gwine to waccinate me, be 'ee ?" said Simon at length.
"No--why ?" "'Cause I can't stand that, tough as I be.

I lived wi' a doctor once, and says he to me, 'Simon, I want to speriment on ye,' says he.

'I'm tough 'nough,' says I.'I want to waccinate you 'gainst cholera, hoopin' cough, and small-pox,' says he.

'What's that?
give 'em to me ?' says I.
'No,' says he, 'but to prevent you from a hevin' 'em.' 'That's yer sorts,' says I.Well, gentlemen, he waccinated me, and I said to un, 'Never no more, yer honour.'" "Why ?" asked I.
"'Cause I'd rather hev cholera, hoopin' cough, and small-pox all together than be waccinated.

Jes like women, you never know where they'll break out." "Will you kindly sit down," said Voltaire, "while I go to my room for a book ?" While he was gone I went to Simon, and spoke to him, and that gentleman got very communicative.
"I'm not overmich in love wi' that chap," he says; "and sure's I'm a right-down Cockney, he hates you like pizen.