mait gooan up a penny a paand. What's nobbut an inconvenience to one is
starvation to another.

Ther's a deeal o' difference between poetry an philosophy, an aw connot
help thinkin 'at if poor fowk had less poetry an moor philosophy, an
rich fowk had visa versa, we should get nearer level an all be better
for it. If we could nobbut get ovver that waikness ov worshipin a chap
for what he has raythur nor for what he is we could simplyfy th' social
problem.

"Riches may depart,
Hopes dissolve in air,
But an honest heart
Still may laugh at care."

But ther's monny an honest heart 'at hasn't getten a laff left in it.
They know bi bitter experience, 'at

"The smiling lips decieve us,
With words that woo and win;
Our friends betray and leave us
When darker days begin."

But haivver dark th' prospect may be he's a fooil 'at gives way to
despair. Haivver bad things are, they mud be war; an when a chap ends
his life to get rid ov his trubbles, th' chonces are at th' tide wor
just abaat to turn if he could nobbut ha had pluck to wait.

Th' trubbles we have are seldom soa heavy 'at we connot bear em, tho it
may be hard wark, but when we're a bit cast daan, we dooant freeat hawf