You're right there, Tookey: there's allays two 'pinions; there's the 'pinion a man has of himsen, and there's the 'pinion other folks have on him. There'd be two 'pinions about a cracked bell, if the bell could hear itself.

Our family's been known for musicianers as far back as anybody can tell. But them things are dying out, as I tell Solomon every time he comes round; there's no voices like what there used to be, and there's nobody remembers what we remember, if it isn't the old crows.

-0

It isn't every queer-looksed thing as Old Harry's had the making of—I mean, speaking o' toads and such; for they're often harmless, and useful against

varmin.

Meanin' goes but a little way i' most things, for you may mean to stick things together and your glue may be bad, and then where are you?

-0

Janiwary, to be sure, 's a unreasonable time to be married in, for it isn't like a christening or a burying, as you can't help.

-0

That's what you 're allays at; if I throw a stone and hit, you think there's summat better than hitting, and you try to throw a stone beyond.

-0

There's reasons in things as nobody knows onthat's pretty much what I've made out; though some

folks are so wise, they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner, and they niver see't.

There's windings i̇' things as they may carry you to the fur end o' the prayer-book afore you get back to 'em.

—0—

Where's the use o' talking ?-you can't think what goes on in a 'cute man's inside.

If Old Harry's a mind to do a bit o' kindness for a holiday, like, who's got anything against it?

Mr. Macey.—I doubt Godfrey's got a soft place in his head, else why should he be turned round the finger by that offal Dunsey as nobody's seen o' late, and let him kill that fine hunting hoss as was the talk o' the country? And one while he was allays after Miss Nancy, and then it all went off again, like a smell o' hot porridge, as I may say. That wasn't my way when I went a-coorting.

Ben Winthrop.-Ah, but mayhap, Miss Nancy hung off, like, and your lass didn't.

Mr. Macey.—I should say she didn't. Before I said 'sniff,' I took care to know as she'd say 'snaff,' and pretty quick too. I wasn't a-going to open my mouth, like a dog at a fly, and snap it to again, wi' nothing to swaller.

There's things folks 'ud pay to be rid on, besides varmin.-Ben Winthrop.

When I've got a pot of good ale, I like to swaller it, and do my inside good, i'stead o' smelling and staring at it to see if I can't find faut wi' the brewing.-Ben Winthrop.

Breed is stronger than pasture.-Mr. Lammeter.

That's 'Over the

Thank ye, Solomon, thank ye. hills and far away,' that is. My father used to say to me, whenever we heard that tune, 'Ah, lad, I come from over the hills and far away.' There's a many tunes I don't make head or tail of; but that speaks to me like the blackbird's whistle. I suppose it's the name: there's a deal in the name of a tune.- Mr. Lammeter.

Things look dim to old folks: they'd need have some young eyes about 'em, to let 'em know the world's the same as it used to be.—Mr. Lammeter.

-0

Ah, she has a quick wit, my friend Priscilla has. She saves a little pepper to sprinkle over her talk--that's the reason why she never puts too much into her pies. There's my wife, now, she never has an answer at her tongue's end; but if I offend her, she's sure to scarify my throat with black pepper the next day, or else give me the colic with watery greens. That's an

awful tit-for-tat.-Doctor Kimble.

When a man turns a blessing from his door, it falls to them as take it in.-Silas Marner.

There's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find its way to a mouth. It sets one thinking o' that-gardening does.-Aaron Winthrop.

There's debts we can't pay like money debts, by paying extra for the years that have slipped by. While I've been putting off and putting off, the trees have been growing—it's too late now.-Godfrey Cass.

I always think the flowers can see us and know what we 're talking about.-Eppie.

Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.-Nancy Lammeter.

Master Winthrop.-Fayder, how does that big cock's-feather stick in Mrs. Crackenthorp's yead? Is there a little hole for it, like in my shuttle-cock?

Mr. Winthrop.-Hush, lad, hush; that's the way the ladies dress theirselves, that is. It does make her look funny, though-partly like a short-necked bottle wi' a long quill in it.

Mr. Snell.-Ay, but there's more going on in the stables than what folks see by daylight, eh, Mr. Macey?

Mr. Macey.-Ay, ay; go that way of a dark night, that's all, and then make believe, if you like, as you didn't see lights i' the stables, nor hear the stamping o' the hosses, nor the cracking o' the whips, and howling, too, if it's tow'rt daybreak. 'Cliff's Holiday' has been the name of it ever sin' I were a boy; that's to say, some said as it was the holiday Old Harry gev him from roasting, like. That's what my father told me, and he was a reasonable man, though there's folks nowadays know what happened afore they were born better nor they know their own business.

Mr. Snell.—What do you say to that, eh, Dowlas? There's a nut for you to crack.

Mr. Dowlas.-Say? I say what a man should say as doesn't shut his eyes to look at a finger-post. I say, as I'm ready to wager any man ten pound, if he'll stand out wi' me any dry night in the pasture before the Warren stables, as we shall neither see lights nor hear noises, if it isn't the blowing of our own noses. That's what I say, and I've said it many a time; but there's nobody 'ull ventur a ten-pun' note on their ghos'es as they make so sure of.

Ben Winthrop.-Why, Dowlas, that's easy betting, that is. You might as well bet a man as he wouldn't catch the rheumatise if he stood up to's neck in the pool of a frosty night. It 'ud be fine fun for a man to win his bet as he'd catch the rheumatise. Folks as believe in Cliff's Holiday aren't agoing to ventur near it for a matter o' ten pound.

Mr. Macey. If Master Dowlas wants to know the truth on it, he's no call to lay any bet-let him go and

M