Sydney all th' trubble o' puffin away at pipes an cigars."

He felt he wor done--he couldn't live i' sich a smook as that, soa he
tell'd Sydney at if he'd keep his smookin aght o'th raich o' his nooas,
he could start when he liked, providin they wodn't use th' fumigator noa
mooar.

Sidney slipt aght into th' back garden, an smook'd what he thowt wor th'
best cigar he'd ivver had in his life; an as it says in stooary books
"they all lived varry happy ivver afterwards."




Awr Lad.


Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad!
Pride o' thi mother and joy o' thi dad!
Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin ways;--
Two cherry lips whear a smile ivver plays;
Two little een ov heavenly blue,--
Wonderinly starin at ivverything new,
Two little cheeks like leaves of a rooas,--
An planted between em a wee little nooas,
A chin wi a dimple 'at tempts one to kiss;--
Nivver wor bonnier babby nor this.
Two little hands 'at are seldom at rest,--
Except when asleep in thy snug little nest.
Two little feet 'at are kickin all day,