The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1880-03-16 00:00:00

I look the whole world in the lace.
For I owe not any man.

No, gentlemen," I gots on to say, "I votes by ballot. I
once voted for a Mr. Guest, 'o s I was told he wu agoin'
to do • lot for Poole, and when I barred end sew as he
did nothin' for Poole, and scone of the sailors, friends of
mine, in Poole got sent te Winchester jail as was in his
yacht, I changed Inv mini. After this my son sent me •
copy of Reynolds's Neumpapar and the Daily 141041, and I
road both on 'on, au' I saw what a fool I'd ha' he'n, and
then our railway at finished, I say our railway, for it
takes we to our work every day, but it bylongs to and was
made by Mr. Waring, AA has alwids a bin' • g iod friend
to Poole,aud sv.rc tons I gore by it I thinks of he, I does.
Yea, gentlemen," I goes on to pay, fort wo• a minded to
give it to 'ens hot, "yes, gentlemen, and you turned that
good gentletusixout by a dirty, fishy, totilikong petition—
more shame on you—and made hint pay thousands of
rounds, and that, too. for no (stilt of his! Yes, thousand.,
a+ would !Igoe .loss., tie poor people round bare good.
That's why I don't like you, gentlemen. Excivie me loin'
so bold, and allow me to wish you good night. gentlemen,"
and I shuts the door, and goes hock to my bed, I des,and
caught • awful cold a cousin' down to souk to 'eon, I
did, which have a kyot use ou my dol. for three whole
days. When I gist, i's to toy work. I t old toy mates of
it, and they all said " Bill; you was silos a out-
spoken kind of char:, gal you bad AO mush p'tiM, ye
see we c ouldn't ha said so much 'cos we lives in
the Conford bottles, nod although we pays good rent
for 'em, and reeler too, still we be afraid of bele' turned
out if we AAP we be L•lieralo, and insy be, too, we should
loose our bit of lotinent ground, like Bill--did
after he was a watched goM' into the IThyral Hail." And
then we all agreed how bard up these Tories must ho for
votes, obliged to come round an. drag • poor chop out of
lied to ax him to vote fir 'em, and we had a chat al, nit
Tom--, as walki-d to Cauford and back for
a whole week for five bolo to do trcuchin' work, and old
Dickey down the road who got turned away front toe
Walking Field when he toil 'eon he had no vote, and we
comes to the conclus'ou us it would be a good &al better
for working chaps like we not to have vote+ at all, if thy
was to put thy screw on and toot let we give 'sin to who
wo Hod. Poole. air, have ii nover liin' the 81111, place
sine,' that perftiou, it have s otrod avemb sly, and mode
'eau politic mod, lot I Mut a coin to be forced, and I won't
vote far nolvody hut • real Eoelish gentleman. I know
him, shoo ik hinds with him Ms very morning. "Bill,
my hoy," sus he—as! rect him in the road be comes
accross to speak to me—' Bill," says be, "youwon't forget
to fight for your old friend, will roof: I felt • kind of queer
feeling canoe over me, fort got. tbinkin' bow badly he'd
a bin served, and I couldn't speak quite plain I doubt,
but (said, or I meant to say, "God Ideas ye, sir, to the
last drop of blood in we, sir." I g was bock to my mates,
hot I wouldn't do mora work that day, and when knocking
off time come we all went to the idritauniar, and had
glasses round. and we song the song we heard at the
meetin, I altos kerps a copy in my pocket—