A LESSON. __ QUOTH gobbin Tom of Lancashire, To northern Jock, a lawlan’ Drover, “Thoose are foin kaise thai’rt driving there, “They’ve zure been fed on English clover.” “--Foin
kaise!” quoth Jock, “ye bleth’rin hash, “Deil draw your nose as lang’s a
sows! “That tauk o’ yours is
queer-like trash, “Foin
kaise! Poor gowk!—their
names are KOOSE.” The very Fault which I in others see, Like
kind, or worse, perhaps is seen in me. |