The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1879-06-24 00:00:00

From Pradt.

" 4OLI:11E11'A TRUL"—OId Som.—Officer (to Royal
Marina who has just beau inspected to go to Zululand):
" What's that emu crying for I What are you crying for,
r—Joe : Soo-hoo ! IVha's the good o join' now !
We ought to 'a' gone • year ago !" (Exit, soing, to the
canteen.)

Rassecasso !—(Gient Ayrshire Bull appears:X-411d Gent
(suddenly turning corner in narrow Wm) : " Oh !—I say
—ls he he r (Backing into Hedge)— " Can
he r : " Don't take no notice of 'tin. es fie
got. wee bit check on 'im if he rues r

FARMER HAWFINCIIN DREAM.
Etraznasey, what wonderful pictere they be

What Ise zees in our dramas, or do sim fur to zee,
When our eyes be fast closed in the dark and abed !
. . . . .

I 171 U' got eyes behind ey,inside o' ilce-geZU

Gwiun whoemards from markut at Winchester town,
I was ketched in the main drivun over the down.

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And I'd got about leeen mile vernier to goo.
Zo, a:our I niched whoimi, I got drippun wet droo.

For to 'ride ketchun cold, that night, 'fore I turned in,
I mixed me a nightcap o' hot Imer and gin,
And eat out in the kitchen, and swiirgled on there,
Till a aniukun my pipe I drapt a in my chair.

I dremp Id gone heck to the plow° where I'd len,
And strolled down to the Close from the Corn klarkut
then.
The Cathedral was nigh when ut come on to power
Zo I went and took shelter within from the shower.

When lo and behold, unto me did appear
Dies vay.faahloned nigger+ in robes long and queer,
Stiff as thapai in steam 4 winders of old, wi a thing
Aitch atop of 'as head like a shiny gold ring.
" Hawfloch," hollered a vice, 'like a stuck pig dosn't
daze;
This here is Saint Giles, and Saint Katturn that there,
And the one wi' a crook, stand.. lerixt him and she,
That's Saint Swithun, once Bishop as roolod this here
"Saint Swithun," I heard them two %others complain,
"The fanners be rryun out 'long o' the main.
Make hay whilst the sun shines 'tis o.duos to say,
Whilst thee keep a on downpowerun they can't make 00
Saint Swithutu in answer, said, "Never you fear.
In good time and due mason the skies I'll sweep dear.
I've my Moons had early ; my Yeast I'll keep 01.7;
Vert" days shall be line from that day in July.
Then I woke vri' a start, IA a drainer mod do'
And I hope.that there drama as I dremp 'ool prove true;
And SL Swithun iris over afoor Lis too late
Fur the grass and the green crops as well as the white,

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AN ISLAM, OV THIS BLEST.—The Colonial TVOISII-10-1; of
New Zealand, who has lately made his financial statement
to the Legislature of that happy island, is called—what do
Piandis reader. think The lion J. Salaam IlsVlr:
could me him in the Exchequer at home !Come— a
—come to the Mother Country, that yearns for you
Tea GIILATROT Iltrrigges OF TOE GLEATILST Nuance.
—Eating and drinking

lIALP WAY CP TN' HI Li- —Grandma : "By Gea. I
must atop and blow • bit, Tommy' Tommy: 'All
right, Grandpepe! I've got a stone to put under your heel r
A Mamt—Distracted entlmaimta are raving about
Mlle. Sarah Bernhardt At night. in the neighbourhood
of Cheater Square, 8.W., wild young journalists are heard
singing, "Iv. gone wrong for the sake of Sarah!'

C v nor a_ —Brown "What ! an overrated
duffer! Come. I say, now, Topeawyer, you onoe told me
yourself he was the greatest /ening that had shone on the
world once the I lays of—' Little Topsawyer : "
that's when nobody bad ever hoard of him, you know!
But now !—why, hanged if they don't make more fuss
about Blobto than they do about me !"

PUNCIFS NURSERY RHYME FOR SIR HENRY
1)1W/dill/ND WOLFF.
(001 M raturofnlas Pasitippepolis.).
I :nck-a.bnop. cock-a-hoop,Bcooononald's man,
Make of Eastern Roum.lia the heat that you son.
' cut it, and earn it, landmark It with 'II
The leave it to Time, sad sea what you will see!