The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1879-04-22 00:00:00

MODERN MONOLOGUES AND SOLILOQLTIES OF

SOCIILTY.

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All a-lilowing ! Yea, confouud ! There, it do 1106112
mighty queer;
I lr ato hate the flowers; I who've loved 'em all my
Now their pinks and purples plume zos All along o you,
my dear,

LYIfIWb.TS my cry won't wake you. Etat I this 'ones
moony =Lie

Al) must the But then she—she vie—well, so pretty,
gentle, smart,
Ah ! that's it, there never was a gel at once so kind and
knowing;
ffes'i get the old cry out clear, the sound mil seems to
nip my heart.
Alla-blowing !
Kind 4.0 knowing. 'Taint too common. Folks are either
soft* or sours
She could battle out • bargain with the bast of 'ea, and
yet
That gay smile took off the sharpness somehow. At. I the
many hours
We have trudged through these 'ere subulia Temper
sweet as inugnonette,
Swab ne'er dashed her; she'd • answer lack for every jeer
or joke ;
No one ever bested her at deal or chat, not to my know-
ing :
And she a dead ! Kim up, Ter brute Can't think vote
come to this 'ere moke.

AU a-blowing I
Misses her, I epee. One touch of her was wuth • power
of stick.
Neddy'd psi .1r and push on proper with her hand
between his ears.
No such donkey neither : Why that hand 'ucl lead me
smart and slick
Clear through drink-trap, safe through scrimmage.
When we married she d her fears,
Cue you see I'd been a wild 'un—why, I wood her with
my flute,
Smashed • brute as treed to kiss har, bleu= him ! I woe
stopd his crowing.
The sunshine's pretty bright; wot ia it raises
theta ere min.?
AU a-blowing I
Blowing, growing Penny • planet, fine musk ! Ah I
how she liked their smell
Allays bad 'em in her bedroom. People now declare
em low;
Don't art sell like wot they used to. Creeping Jennies, too,
as well
Go otr slow. Yet fancy fine-named flowers at present's
all the go.
Still I've lemons and tulips, crokussee—Ah, God above I
Couldn't the winds that let case Use have spared Uri
Blasting, biting, snowing
The cursed winter treciied her dovrn, tore her at last from
home and love.
All a-blowing !
Pine seasonable weather? Yak.; the fools as raise that

parrot cry
Ne'or 104 • wife through a north-seater, nipping
through top too scant mei thin.
If I'd but scraped a laile more, a good warm shawl, as
one might buy
For—well the price of many a hundred screws o' baocy
and goes o gin,
Might have—oh there, stash that, no !no I—it warol wg
fault. We're mitish blocks,
We men, but I'd a' died for her, and that, thank
Heaven I she died well knowing.
"Peer Jem ! don't fret," she sera, with that faint smile
as sweet as rain-wmhed stocks
All a-blowing !
Spring ain't spring without her; eomehow, violets don't
smell lerf as sweet
Not as when she used to bunch 'ern Something
everywhere I win—
The saucy prattle of her tongue, the nimbler patior of her

feet, .
Her werry scolding, smart bat kind, and allays wound
up with a kiss.
It kep ,oe straight, 'cos don't you see even her slanting
had no sting.
Coming in that there mailer woke like pleasant waters
quickly flowing.
Lord I how the MUSiC of her cry down the long streets did
use to ring !
All a-blowing I
Ah II mast turn up this 'ere trade, the loneness on it
drives me wild;
My cry sounds strange like • lost woke a-wandering
wandering arter hers.
The dowers is like her dying kiss, so sweet, so bitter.
I'm • child I
With every whiff o. scent somehow • something in MO
aches and stirs,
As though -us though—oh I Lord knows how. itra I a
dates thus to rave I
Oh, Lou, my lees, were you but here to see the spring
plants shooting. growing !
But aot have 1 to do will Rowers? *rept to keep those
upon her grave
All a-blowing I