```An' tho' aw feeast mi'een o' seets ````All strange, an' wondrous grand; ```Awst turn mi heart i'th' silent neets, ````To this mi' native land. ```Awst think o' thee, at's shared mi woe, ````'At's proved mi' joy as well; ```An' far an' wide wheare'er aw goa, ````Awst prize nooan like thisel.= Shoo read it--"A'a, Sammywell!" shoo sed, "tha thinks tha can get ovver me onnytime wi' a bit 0' nonsense like that, but tha mun mind tha doesnt try it on once too oft. Try an' tak' care o' thisen, but whativver else be careful 0' thi umberel!" Aw wor sooin at th' station an' Billy wor waitin. If ivver aw saw th' pictur o' misery it wor his face that mornin'. "Ha does ta feel?" aw says. "War an' war, aw think awst ha to give it up, awm nooan fit to goa." "It's a pity tha set off," aw sed, "has ta getten wai sin tha left hooam?" "Nay aw've been soa ivver sin aw saw thi; aw should like to goa, but a'a dear a me!" "Why then," aw says, "aw need'nt get two tickets?" "Noa, get one for thisen, aw've getten mine." "An' whear's thi luggage?" "Its ith' van yonder all reight." Aw sed noa moor but gate mi ticket--th' time wor up, we jumpt into th' carriage an' wor sooin off to London. [Illustration: 0021] CHAPTER II. MERCREDI. [Illustration: 9021] EXT to bein' th' eleventh chap to get into a carriage'at's suppooased to be weel packed wi' ten, aw hate to travel wi' one chap'at's made up his mind to be miserable--an' aw could see in a twinklin' 'at Bill meant it. But aw wor off for a spree, (aw owtn't to ha sed that, for awd left word at hooam'at aw wor gooin to collect information for th' benefit o' mi fellow men,) but whativver wor th' principle reason for me gooin aw know'at th' interest had summat to do wi' a jollification. "A'a, aw wish awd stopt at hooam," he sed, as sooin as th' train gate aght o'th' station. "Awm sooary but tha had," aw sed, low daan. "What says ta?" "Awm sooary tha'rt soa bad," aw shaated. "Tha doesn't know what aw suffer, lad. Has ta owt to sup?" "Eeah, aw've a drop'at Mally wod mak mi bring; see what it's like." "That stirs it," he sed, when he'd had a gooid swig, "what does ta call it?" "Nay, aw dooant know for aw've nivver tasted it. Happen it's gin?" "Is it?" an' he held th' bottle to luk at it. "Maybe it is," he sed, an' he tuk another swig to find aght. "Nay it's nooan gin aw think, aw fancy it's whisky." "Varry likely it is whisky," aw sed, "it doesn't luk unlike." "Aw dooant pretend to say'at it is, for awm noa judge, but it happen is gin," an' he supt agean to mak reight sewer, an' then he handed me th' bottle an' sed, "tha can call it what tha likes but aw call it whisky--taste for thisen."