"Won't us have 'un this taime just," saith Tim Potter, as keepeth the bull there; "and yet I be zorry for 'un.

But a man must kape the law, her must; zo be her can only learn it.

And now poor Tom will swing as high as the tops of they girt hashes there." '"Just thee kitch 'un virst," says I; "maisure rope, wi' the body to maisure by." '"Hurrah! here be another now," saith Bill Blacksmith, grinning; "another coom to help us.

What a grave gentleman! A warship of the pace, at laste!" 'For a gentleman, on a cue-ball horse, was coming slowly down the hill on tother zide of watter, looking at us in a friendly way, and with a long papper standing forth the lining of his coat laike.

Horse stapped to drink in the watter, and gentleman spak to 'un kindly, and then they coom raight on to ussen, and the gentleman's face wor so long and so grave, us veared 'a wor gooin' to prache to us.
'"Coort o' King's Bench," saith one man; "Checker and Plays," saith another; "Spishal Commission, I doubt," saith Bill Blacksmith; "backed by the Mayor of Taunton." '"Any Justice of the King's Peace, good people, to be found near here ?" said the gentleman, lifting his hat to us, and very gracious in his manner.
'"Your honour," saith Bill, with his hat off his head; "there be sax or zeven warships here: arl on 'em very wise 'uns.