Th' First o'th Sooart.

Aw heeard a funny tale last neet -     Aw could'nt howd fro' laffin -     'Twor at th' Bull's Heead we chonced to meet,     An' spent an haar i' chaffin.     Some sang a song, some cracked a joak,     An' all seem'd full o' larkin;     An' th' raam war blue wi' bacca smook,     An' ivery e'e'd a spark in.     Long Joa 'at comes thro th' Jumples cluff,     Wor gettin rayther mazy;     An' Warkus Ned had supped enuff     To turn they're Betty crazy; -     An Bob at lives at th' Bogeggs farm,     Wi' Nan throo th' Buttress Bottom,     Wor treating her to summat wanm,     (It's just his way, - "odd drot em!")     An' Jack o'th' Slade wor theear as weel,     An' Joa o' Abe's throo Waerley;     An' Lijah off o'th' Lavver Hill,     Wor passing th' ale raand rarely. -     Throo raand and square they seem'd to meet,     To hear or tell a stoory;     But th' gem o' all aw heard last neet     Wor one bi Dooad o'th' gloory.     He bet his booits 'at it wor true,     An' all seem'd to believe him;     Tho' if he'd lost he need'nt rue -     But 't wodn't ha done to grieve him     His uncle lived i' Pudsey taan,     An' practised local praichin;     An' if he 're lucky, he wor baan     To start a schooil for taichin.     But he wor takken varry ill;     He felt his time wor comin:     (They say he brought it on hissel     Wi' studdyin his summin.)     He call'd his wife an' neighbors in     To hear his deein sarmon,     An' tell'd 'em if they liv'd i' sin     Ther lot ud be a warm en.     Then turin raand unto his wife,     Said - "Mal, tha knows, owd craytur,     If awd been bless'd wi' longer life,     Aw might ha' left things straighter.     Joa Sooitill owes me eighteen pence -     Aw lent it him last lovefeast."     Says Mal - "He has'nt lost his sense -     Thank God for that at least!"     "An Ben o'th' top o'th' bank tha knows,     We owe him one paand ten.". -     "Just hark!" says Mally, "there he goas!     He's ramellin agean!     Dooant tak a bit o' noatice, fowk!     Yo see, poor thing, he's ravin!     It cuts me up to hear sich talk -     He spent his life i' savin!     "An Mally lass," he said agean,     "Tak heed o' my direction:     Th' schooil owes us hauf a craan - aw mean     My share o'th' last collection. -     Tha'll see to that, an have what's fair     When my poor life is past." -     Says Mally, "listen, aw declare,     He's sensible to th' last."     He shut his een an' sank to rest -     Deeath seldom claimed a better:     They put him by, - but what wor th' best,     He sent 'em back a letter,     To tell 'em all ha he'd gooan on;     An' ha he gate to enter;     An' gave 'em rules to act upon     If ever they should ventur.     Theear Peter stood wi' keys i' hand:     Says he, "What do you want, sir?     If to goa in - yo understand     Unknown to me yo can't sir. -     Pray what's your name? where are yo throo?     Just make your business clear."     Says he, "They call me Parson Drew,     Aw've come throo Pudsey here."     "You've come throo Pudsey, do you say?     Doant try sich jokes o' me, sir;     Aw've kept thease doors too long a day,     Aw can't be fooiled bi thee, sir."     Says Drew, "aw wodn't tell a lie,     For th' sake o' all ther's in it:     If yo've a map o' England by,     Aw'll show yo in a minit."     Soa Peter gate a time-table -     They gloored o'er th' map together:     Drew did all at he wor able,     But could'nt find a stiver.     At last says he, "Thear's Leeds Taan Hall,     An thear stands Braforth mission:     It's just between them two - that's all:     Your map's an old edition.     But thear it is, aw'll lay a craan,     An' if yo've niver known it,     Yo've miss'd a bonny Yorksher taan,     Tho mony be 'at scorn it."     He oppen'd th' gate, - says he, "It's time     Some body coom - aw'll trust thee.     Tha'll find inside noa friends o' thine -     Tha'rt th' furst 'at's come throo Pudsey."