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# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Praise o' Do'set

PRAISE O’ DO’SET.
We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely,  Be’nt asheäm’d to own our pleäce; An’ we’ve zome women not uncomely;  Nor asheäm’d to show their feäce: ​We’ve a meäd or two wo’th mowèn, We’ve an ox or two wo’th showèn,  In the village,  At the tillage, Come along an’ you shall vind That Do’set men don’t sheäme their kind.  Friend an’ wife,  Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,  Happy, happy, be their life!  Vor Do’set dear,  Then gi’e woone cheer;  D’ye hear? woone cheer
If you in Do’set be a-roamèn,  An’ ha’ business at a farm, Then woont ye zee your eäle a-foamèn!  Or your cider down to warm? Woont ye have brown bread a-put ye, An’ some vinny cheese a-cut ye?  Butter?—rolls o’t!  Cream?—why bowls o’t! Woont ye have, in short, your vill, A-gi’ed wi’ a right good will?  Friend an’ wife,  Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers  Happy, happy, be their life!  Vor Do’set dear,  Then gi’e woone cheer;  D’ye hear? woone cheer!
An’ woont ye have vor ev’ry shillèn,  Shillèn’s wo’th at any shop, Though Do’set chaps be up to zellèn,  An’ can meäke a tidy swop? Use em well, they’ll use you better; In good turns they woont be debtor. ​ An’ so comely,  An’ so hwomely, Be the maïdens, if your son Took woone o’m, then you’d cry “Well done!”  Friend an’ wife,  Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,  Happy, happy, be their life!  Vor Do’set dear,  Then gi’e woone cheer;  D’ye hear? woone cheer!
If you do zee our good men travel,  Down a-voot, or on their meäres, Along the windèn leänes o’ gravel,  To the markets or the feäirs,— Though their ho’ses cwoats be ragged, Though the men be muddy-laggèd,  Be they roughish,  Be they gruffish, They be sound, an’ they will stand By what is right wi’ heart an’ hand.  Friend an’ wife,  Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,  Happy, happy, be their life!  Vor Do’set dear,  Then gi’e woone cheer;  D’ye hear? woone cheer!
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Out a-Nuttèn

OUT A-NUTTÈN.
Last week, when we’d a haul’d the crops, We went a-nuttèn out in copse, Wi’ nuttèn-bags to bring hwome vull, An’ beaky nuttèn-crooks to pull The bushes down; an’ all o’s wore Wold clothes that wer in rags avore, An’ look’d, as we did skip an’ zing, Lik’ merry gipsies in a string,  A-gwaïn a-nuttèn.
Zoo drough the stubble, over rudge An’ vurrow, we begun to trudge; An’ Sal an’ Nan agreed to pick Along wi’ me, an’ Poll wi’ Dick; An’ they went where the wold wood, high An’ thick, did meet an’ hide the sky; But we thought we mid vind zome good Ripe nuts among the shorter wood,  The best vor nuttèn.
We voun’ zome bushes that did feäce The downcast zunlight’s highest pleäce, Where clusters hung so ripe an’ brown, That some slipp’d shell an’ veil to groun’. But Sal wi’ me zoo hitch’d her lag In brembles, that she coulden wag; While Poll kept clwose to Dick, an’ stole The nuts vrom’s hinder pocket-hole,  While he did nutty.
An’ Nanny thought she zaw a sneäke, An’ jump’d off into zome girt breäke, An’ tore the bag where she’d a-put Her sheäre, an’ shatter’d ev’ry nut. ​An’ out in vield we all zot roun’ A white-stemm’d woak upon the groun’, Where yollor evenèn light did strik’ Drough yollow leaves, that still wer thick  In time o’ nuttèn,
An’ twold ov all the luck we had Among the bushes, good an’ bad! Till all the maïdens left the bwoys, An’ skipp’d about the leäze all woys Vor musherooms, to car back zome, A treat vor father in at hwome. Zoo off we trudg’d wi’ clothes in slents An’ libbets, jis’ lik’ Jack-o’-lents,  Vrom copse a-nuttèn.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Out at Plough

OUT AT PLOUGH.
Though cool avore the sheenèn sky Do vail the sheädes below the copse, The timber-trees, a-reachèn high, Ha’ zunsheen on their lofty tops, Where yonder land’s a-lyèn plow’d, An’ red, below the snow-white cloud, An’ vlocks o’ pitchèn rooks do vwold Their wings to walk upon the mwold,  While floods be low,  An’ buds do grow.  An’ aïr do blow, a-broad, O.
But though the aïr is cwold below The creakèn copses’ darksome screen, The truest sheäde do only show How strong the warmer zun do sheen; An’ even times o’ grief an’ païn, Ha’ good a-comèn in their traïn, An’ ’tis but happiness do mark The sheädes o’ sorrow out so dark.  As tweils be sad,  Or smiles be glad,  Or times be bad, at hwome, O.
An’ there the zunny land do lie Below the hangèn, in the lew, Wi’ vurrows now a-crumblèn dry, Below the plowman’s dousty shoe; ​An’ there the bwoy do whissel sh’ill, Below the skylark’s merry bill, Where primrwose beds do deck the zides O’ banks below the meäple wrides.  As trees be bright  Wi’ bees in flight,  An’ weather’s bright, abroad, O.
An’ there, as sheenèn wheels do spin Vull speed along the dousty rwoad, He can but stan’, an’ wish ’ithin His mind to be their happy lwoad, That he mid gaïly ride, an’ goo To towns the rwoad mid teäke en drough, An’ zee, for woonce, the zights behind The bluest hills his eyes can vind,  O’ towns, an’ tow’rs,  An’ downs, an’ flow’rs,  In zunny hours, abroad, O.
But still, vor all the weather’s feäir, Below a cloudless sky o’ blue, The bwoy at plough do little ceäre How vast the brightest day mid goo; Vor he’d be glad to zee the zun A-zettèn, wi’ his work a-done, That he, at hwome, mid still injaÿ His happy bit ov evenèn plaÿ,  So light’s a lark  Till night is dark,  While dogs do bark, at hwome, O.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Poll

POLL.
When out below the trees, that drow’d Their scraggy lim’s athirt the road, While evenèn zuns, a’móst a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little het, The merry chaps an’ maïdens met,  An’ look’d to zomebody to neäme  Their bit o’ fun, a dance or geäme,  ’Twer Poll they cluster’d round.
An’ after they’d a-had enough O’ snappèn tongs, or blind-man’s buff, O’ winter nights, an’ went an’ stood Avore the vire o’ bleäzen wood, Though there wer maïdens kind an’ good,  Though there wer maïdens feäir an’ tall,  ’Twer Poll that wer the queen o’m all,  An’ Poll they cluster’d round.
​An’ when the childern used to catch A glimpse o’ Poll avore the hatch, The little things did run to meet Their friend wi’ skippèn tott’rèn veet. An’ thought noo other kiss so sweet  As hers; an’ nwone could vind em out  Such geämes to meäke em jump an’ shout,  As Poll they cluster’d round.
An’ now, since she’ve a-left em, all The pleäce do miss her, girt an’ small. In vaïn vor them the zun do sheen Upon the lwonesome rwoad an’ green; Their zwing do hang vorgot between  The leänen trees, vor they’ve a-lost  The best o’ maïdens, to their cost,  The maïd they cluster’d round.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Readèn ov a Head-stwone

READEN OV A HEAD-STWONE.
As I wer readèn ov a stwone In Grenley church-yard all alwone, A little maïd ran up, wi’ pride To zee me there, an’ push’d a-zide A bunch o’ bennets that did hide  A verse her father, as she zaïd,  Put up above her mother’s head,  To tell how much he loved her:
​The verse wer short, but very good, I stood an’ larn’d en where I stood:— “Mid God, dear Meäry, gi’e me greäce To vind, lik’ thee, a better pleäce, Where I woonce mwore mid zee thy feäce;  An’ bring thy childern up to know  His word, that they mid come an’ show  Thy soul how much I lov’d thee.”
“Where’s father, then,” I zaid, “my chile?” “Dead too,” she answer’d wi’ a smile; “An’ I an’ brother Jim do bide At Betty White’s, o’ tother zide O’ road.” “Mid He, my chile,” I cried,  “That’s father to the fatherless,  Become thy father now, an’ bless,  An’ keep, an’ lead, an’ love thee.”
Though she’ve a-lost, I thought, so much, Still He don’t let the thoughts o’t touch Her litsome heart by day or night; An’ zoo, if we could teäke it right, Do show He’ll meäke his burdens light  To weaker souls, an’ that his smile  Is sweet upon a harmless chile,  When they be dead that lov’d it.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Pickèn o' Scroff

PICKEN O’ SCROFF.
Oh! the wood wer a-vell’d in the copse,  An’ the moss-bedded primrwose did blow; An’ vrom tall-stemmèd trees’ leafless tops,  There did lie but slight sheädes down below. An’ the sky wer a-showèn, in drough By the tree-stems, the deepest o’ blue, Wi’ a light that did vall on an’ off The dry ground, a-strew’d over wi’ scroff.
There the hedge that wer leätely so high,  Wer a-plush’d, an’ along by the zide, Where the waggon ’d a-haul’d the wood by,  There did reach the deep wheelrouts, a-dried. An’ the groun’ wi’ the sticks wer bespread, Zome a-cut off alive, an’ zome dead. An’ vor burnèn, well wo’th reäkèn off, By the childern a-pickèn o’ scroff.
In the tree-studded leäze, where the woak  Wer a-spreadèn his head out around, There the scrags that the wind had a-broke,  Wer a-lyèn about on the ground ​Or the childern, wi’ little red hands, Wer a-tyèn em up in their bands; Vor noo squier or farmer turn’d off Little childern a-pickèn o’ scroff.
There wer woone bloomèn child wi’ a cloak  On her shoulders, as green as the ground; An’ another, as gray as the woak,  Wi’ a bwoy in a brown frock, a-brown’d. An’ woone got up, in plaÿ, vor to taït, On a woak-limb, a-growèn out straïght. But she soon wer a-taïted down off, By her meätes out a-pickèn o’ scroff.
When they childern do grow to staïd vo’k,  An’ goo out in the worold, all wide Vrom the copse, an’ the zummerleäze woak,  Where at last all their elders ha’ died, They wull then vind it touchèn to bring, To their minds, the sweet springs o’ their spring, Back avore the new vo’k did turn off The poor childern a-pickèn o’ scroff.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Poll's Jack-Daw

POLL’S JACK-DAW.
Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw, That had by day his withy jaïl A-hangèn up upon a naïl, Ageän the elem tree, avore The house, jist over-right the door. An’ twitted vo’k a-passèn by A-most so plaïn as you or I; Vor hardly any day did pass ’Ithout Tom’s teachèn o’m zome sa’ce; Till by-an’-by he call’d em all ‘Soft-polls’ an’ ‘gawkeys,’ girt an’ small.
An’ zoo, as Jim went down along The leäne a-whisslèn ov a zong, The saucy Daw cried out by rote “Girt Soft-poll!” lik’ to split his droat. ​Jim stopp’d an’ grabbled up a clot, An’ zent en at en lik’ a shot; An’ down went Daw an’ cage avore The clot, up thump ageän the door. Zoo out run Poll an’ Tom, to zee What all the meänèn o’t mid be; “Now who did that?” zaid Poll. “Who whurr’d Theäse clot?” “Girt Soft-poll!” cried the bird.
An’ when Tom catch’d a glimpse o’ Jim, A-lookèn all so red an’ slim. An’ slinkèn on, he vled, red hot, Down leäne to catch en, lik’ a shot; But Jim, that thought he’d better trust To lags than vistes, tried em vu’st. An’ Poll, that zeed Tom woulden catch En, stood a-smilèn at the hatch. An’ zoo he vollow’d en for two Or dree stwones’ drows, an’ let en goo.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Polly be-èn upzides wi' Tom

POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI’ TOM.
Ah! yesterday, d’ye know, I voun’ Tom Dumpy’s cwoat an’ smock-frock, down Below the pollard out in groun’;  An’ zoo I slyly stole An’ took the smock-frock up, an’ tack’d The sleeves an’ collar up, an’ pack’d Zome nice sharp stwones, all fresh a-crack’d  ’Ithin each pocket-hole.
An’ in the evenèn, when he shut Off work, an’ come an’ donn’d his cwoat, Their edges gi’ed en sich a cut,  How we did stan’ an’ laugh! An’ when the smock-frock I’d a-zow’d Kept back his head an’ hands, he drow’d Hizzelf about, an’ teäv’d, an’ blow’d,  Lik’ any up-tied calf.
Then in a veag away he flung His frock, an’ after me he sprung, An’ mutter’d out sich dreats, an’ wrung  His vist up sich a size! But I, a-runnèn, turn’d an’ drow’d Some doust, a-pick’d up vrom the road, Back at en wi’ the wind, that blow’d  It right into his eyes.
An’ he did blink, an’ vow he’d catch Me zomehow yet, an’ be my match. But I wer nearly down to hatch  Avore he got vur on; An’ up in chammer, nearly dead Wi’ runnèn, lik’ a cat I vled, An’ out o’ window put my head  To zee if he wer gone.
​An’ there he wer, a-prowlèn roun’ Upon the green; an’ I look’d down An’ told en that I hoped he voun’  He mussen think to peck Upon a body zoo, nor whip The meäre to drow me off, nor tip Me out o’ cart ageän, nor slip  Cut hoss-heäir down my neck.
# Presidential Weekly Address - 16 December 2017

Weekly address delivered on 16 December 2017
My Fellow Americans,
This week I signed the National Defense Authorization Act – a historic step forward to rebuild our military. Now, it is critical for Congress to pass the Clean Government Appropriations Bill that fully funds our Military Needs. We must not play politics with our troops – we should pass a clean funding bill and leave the politics aside. We must protect our nation.
I’d also like to take a moment today to discuss our immigration system, and how we can reform it to make it work for everyday Americans.
Our current immigration system helps special interests, but hurts American workers, taxpayers and national security.
For decades now, U.S. immigration rules have been based on an outdated system known as Chain Migration. Under chain migration, foreign nationals can come to the United States and bring in unlimited numbers of foreign relatives. A single immigrant can begin a chain that could ultimately bring in dozens of increasingly distant relations.
Because these individuals are admitted solely on the basis of family ties – not skill or not merit – most of this immigration is lower-skilled, putting great strain on federal welfare.
And because there is no real selection criteria, the current system is totally incompatible with national security.
This week, a terrorist exploded a pipe bomb on a busy subway passage during rush hour in New York City, injuring innocent Americans. This individual arrived through chain migration.
In October, another terrorist drove a truck into pedestrians and cyclists in New York City, killing 8 people and wounding many others. That individual came through a visa lottery.
It is time to create a merit-based immigration system that makes sense for a modern economy – selecting new arrivals based on their ability to support themselves financially and to make positive contributions to U.S society. Base it on love of our country. We want people that come in, that can love our country.
This process begins with Congress passing a bill to end chain migration and also end the visa lottery.
I have called on Congress to do exactly that. Ending chain migration and also ending the visa lottery will allow us to have commonsense immigration rules that promote assimilation and wage growth. It also promotes, most importantly, safety. It’ll help Americans both old and new to thrive, flourish and prosper.
Thank you, and God Bless America.
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# Presidential Weekly Address - 15 September 2017

Weekly address delivered on 15 September 2017
My fellow Americans,
I would like to begin by continuing to send our prayers to all of those affected by Hurricanes Harvey and Irma. From Texas to Louisiana to Florida, Alabama, South Carolina, the Virgin Islands, and Puerto Rico, we are coordinating closely with local authorities to help everyone impacted by these catastrophic storms. When Americans are in need, America pulls together. And we will not rest until everyone is safe, sound, and secure. We will be there tomorrow and the day after, as we work to respond, recover, and rebuild.
When Americans are united, no force on earth can break us apart.
This week, the United States celebrates the 230th Anniversary of the signing of our remarkable Constitution.
The fifty-five Delegates to the Grand Convention in Philadelphia met from May to September of 1787. They gave us an incredible gift: a vision of the sovereign and self-governing people to control their own affairs. And they gave us a Constitutional system that protected our liberties by enshrining the Rule of Law.
Patriots like Washington, Madison, Hamilton, Franklin, and so many others had already achieved immortality through their victory in the Revolution. But soon after, these extraordinary leaders faced another task unlike any other—the task of building a brand new nation. So they designed a system of government, rooted in common laws, history, and traditions that would secure the liberty, equality, and rights they had fought for and fought to defend in the American Revolution.
The Framers of our Constitution triumphantly declared to whom the government of the United States belonged: it was “WE THE PEOPLE.” These three beautiful words are among the most important ideas in our nation’s history: the idea that government’s power is vested in the nation’s citizens – the people to whom we owe our ultimate and sacred allegiance. Our soldiers fight and die to protect our citizens, and our government is forever duty bound to safeguard their sovereignty and their freedom.
For 230 years, we have governed ourselves and planned our own destiny, guarded all the way by the Constitution of the United States.
On this Sunday, Constitution Day, let us recommit ourselves to our Founding Principles, and rededicate ourselves to our glorious heritage. We have inherited a birthright of freedom – we must defend it dearly, protect it jealously, and promote it proudly, as one nation under God. We must rise to the task of self-governance, prove worthy of the sacrifices made to carve out this magnificent nation, and we must give our loyalty to our Republic and its citizens in all that we do.
So let us pledge allegiance to our flag, devote our hearts to our country, and demonstrate our love for one another—as Americans, as Patriots, and as the children of God.
Thank you.
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# Presidential Weekly Address - 16 January 2016

Weekly address delivered on [16 January 2016].
THE PRESIDENT: Hi, everybody. On Tuesday, I gave my final State of the Union Address. And a focus was this: how do we make the new economy work better for everyone, not just those at the top?
After the worst economic crisis of our lifetimes, we’re in the midst of the longest streak of private-sector job growth in our history. More than 14 million new jobs. An unemployment rate cut in half. At the same time, our economy continues to go through profound changes that began long before the Great Recession hit. It’s changed to the point where even when folks have jobs; even when the economy is growing; it’s harder for hardworking families to pull themselves out of poverty, harder for young people to start out on their careers, and tougher for workers to retire when they want to.
That’s a big part of the reason a lot of working families are feeling anxious. And it offends our fundamentally American belief that everybody who works hard should be able to get ahead.
That’s why we’ve been fighting so hard to give families more opportunity and more security – by working to create more good jobs, invest in our middle class, and help working people get a raise. It’s what the Affordable Care Act is all about – filling in the gaps in employer-based care so that when somebody loses a job, or goes back to school, or starts that new business, they still have health care. And it’s why I believe we’ve got to take steps to modernize our unemployment insurance system.
If a hardworking American loses her job, regardless of what state she lives in, we should make sure she can get unemployment insurance and some help to retrain for her next job. If she’s been unemployed for a while, we should reach out to her and connect her with career counseling. And if she finds a new job that doesn’t pay as much as her old one, we should offer some wage insurance that helps her pay her bills. Under my plan, experienced workers who now make less than $50,000 could replace half of their lost wages – up to $10,000 over two years. It’s a way to give families some stability and encourage folks to rejoin the workforce – because we shouldn’t just be talking about unemployment; we should be talking about re-employment.
That’s when America works best – when everyone has opportunity; when everyone has some security; and when everyone can contribute to this country we love. That’s how we make sure that hardworking families can get ahead. And that’s what I’ll be fighting for with every last day of my presidency.
Thanks everybody. Have a great weekend.
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# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 32/December 1887/Tolstoi's Astronomy

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From Popular Science Monthly Volume 32, December 1887 Correspondence
TOLSTOI'S ASTRONOMY.
Editor Popular Science Monthly:
Sir: The great Russian novelist, Count Leo Tolstoi, in his powerful story, "Anna Karenina," makes a curious mistake in describing the phenomena of the heavens, which will do to put with those you have noted in regard to the moon. After describing with great beauty and fidelity to nature a spring day, he says (page 176, Crowell's edition. New York):
"It grew darker and darker. Venus, with silvery light, shone out in the west; and in the east Arcturus gleamed with his sombre, reddish fire. At intervals Levin saw the Great Bear. No more snipe appeared; but Levin resolved to wait until Venus, which was visible through the branches of his birch-tree, rose clear above the hills on the horizon, and till the Great Bear was entirely visible. The star had passed beyond the birch-trees, and the Wain of the Bear was shining out clear in the sky," etc.
Venus, when seen in the west as evening star, would, on the same evening, sink lower instead of rising higher. It is curious that Count Tolstoi, who is in general an accurate observer of Nature, and who shows, in this very passage, that he has watched the heavens on spring evenings, should make such a mistake. He has confused the apparent and real motions of Venus evidently.
* Eliza A. Bowen.
* September 20, 1887.