The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1881-06-21 00:00:00

STDLING.

Warne° Two Tia.-00 Pride; led Mr. G. Hicks,
hawker, kn., left his pony and cart mita& the house
of one of his customers, when the h wee strayed to the
other side ot the road, precipitating the rail and It.
cuatenta Into the stream which runs through the
village. By the kind help of some friend. Mr. Hicks
was able to raisme his journey, minus hie Us.

TAMS AND lIANOIWIL
(Prom Pim* )
LitfOUll •PID RUT. - Itx-head•sardseer (retired from
business). " Well, William, yer don't mem to be makin.
much progress—do yer I" New head gardener. "Why
no, Benjamin; you left the place in such a precious
nuns I I

COM.SC. I ZSTIOUS. —Comd octort
woe offered dim with his fare "Very much obliged.
mum, but we ain't allowed to any perquisites what-
ever, mum Ir

THE TWO GARDENERS.
Ben (aside). Pheugh ! Ain't he • pegging away? (Puff!
puff !) Now I call this pertikler good fun.
William, my wigorotts waodozan, you'll have a stiff
beck ere you've done
Werry eager to collar my crib, you was, William. You've
done it no doubt;
But aren't you beginning to feel • bit sorry you got me
chucked out
Sunday best and pipe on the quiet, like this now, is really
not lad.
Log! ain't he ',laying about him I Don't envy you,
William, my lad. (Puffs complacently}
William (aside, ding desperately} Oh, blarm that
them 3" li•la• left mo a regular beast of a job.
But Moro, though he's smart in his chat, he was always
the laziest lob.
Is keen a his garden in order! Log blow ref, my dear
Yr. Bull I
Where's the me of • chap who won't dig, and the weeds
never troubles to pull?
Ben (wide). Ah ! Will's getting waxy, I fear. Puff :
puff!) Doesn't seem to know where t begin.
wamr • trifle his shirt is beginning to stick to his
skin.
Wire in, my dear Will I What with weeds, cloddy soil,
rambling roots, and the rest,
You'll And that to put things all ship-shape will put all
your power to the test.
(Aloud} Well, William my pippin, how goes it by this
time?
William (pausing and mopping} Hullo ! are you there I
Ben. Thought I'd give you a friendly look-in, as I
chanced to be (puff I pull I) taking the air.
William (grimly} You look up to the nines, I must say.
Sunday best, I suppose
Ben (airily). Ah., Jett so,
&dying my holiday greatly. A pipe Lod a stroll, don't
per know
You look a bit fagged like and heated, my William, and
yet, after all.
You dm't seem to be making much headway, pow do
you
William (indignantly). Well, Ben, Ido call
That remark most owdaciott• Why, hang it, you left
things in such a vile mess,
That—
. . . .

Weil. you WWI sweet on the Job, and I'm um.
mate. I wish you 100311111 L
I was Just in the midst of it like, you were in such •
harry, you a..:
With • littb more tits* rd have made • good Job of it.
William (contemptuously). Fiddledee I
Jest look st the skews aud the stumps, ill-kept pathways
and clod-cambered beds.
ma rubbish bps.ylaa of Imuliwood, the dowers all
impend
The weeds stiff I Good Laid I that, is work
for • whole Dug of men.
You never triad daarlag or pruning. Such work Isn't
, Bea.
BoArciatrfspiulr). Wall, well, you can now try your hand.
ar.zidt. sure you vs got plenty of tole ;
That's t, bead your beck to it, William: It. bound to
U it coola
A "plead ramble are more to my mind than a spefle
or a pick ;
IU toddle a little bit further. Ta ta I (Strolls off.
William (dharine fwd.:mar) His the nerve of Old
Nick
Run hard at it