Do you think he would carry my letter to Carlisle ?' 'To Carloisle! 'Twould be all his life is worth; he maun wait on clap and hopper, as they say.

Odd, his father would brain him if he went to Carloisle, bating to wrestling for the belt, or sic loike.

But I ha' more bachelors than him; there is the schoolmaster, can write almaist as weel as tou canst, mon.' 'Then he is the very man to take charge of a letter; he knows the trouble of writing one.' 'Aye, marry does he, an tou comest to that, mon; only it takes him four hours to write as mony lines.

Tan, it is a great round hand loike, that one can read easily, and not loike your honour's, that are like midge's taes.

But for ganging to Carloisle, he's dead foundered, man, as cripple as Eckie's mear.' 'In the name of God,' said I, 'how is it that you propose to get my letter to the post ?' 'Why, just to put it into Squire's bag loike,' reiterated Dorcas; 'he sends it by Cristal Nixon to post, as you call it, when such is his pleasure.' Here I was, then, not much edified by having obtained a list of Dorcas's bachelors; and by finding myself, with respect to any information which I desired, just exactly at the point where I set out.