Dialect in British Fiction: 1800-1836Funded by The Arts and Humanities Research CouncilSupported by The University of Sheffield
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Tales of My Landlord, New Series, Containing Pontefract Castle. In Three Volumes.
Author Details
Author Name:Unknown
Gender:Unknown
Anonymous:Yes
Publication Details
Publisher:Printed for William Fearman, New Bond-Street.
Place:London
Date:1820
Novel Details
Genre:Courtship; crime; historical; satirical
Setting:Yorkshire; Pontefract; Doncaster
Period:17th century
Plot
The preface - ostensibly written by the publisher - discusses the legality of using the same title as Sir Walter Scott's series (still anonymous at the time). It is a parody of Scott's 'Tales' but set in Yorkshire, using the same title. Like Scott's Tales, this has a supernatural element - a witch and an enemy who predicts the outcome of battles based on horoscopes - and is loosely based on actual battles and events. Mathilda Cotterel is the object of Morrice's affections, but she marries another. She is widowed by the end of the novel, and proclaims her love for Morrice. He is captured and tried for treason by a kangaroo court, and sentenced to be hanged. Since the drawing and quartering of traitors is common at this time, Mathilda shoots Morrice with a pistol just before he is hanged, then stabs herself with a stiletto.
Overview of the Dialect
Yorkshire dialect is heavily marked and there is a small amount of Essex speech.
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Speaker #1:Mr Turnbull - Assistant to cleric
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Mr Turnbull
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Assistant to cleric
Social Role Category:Servant
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Yorkshire
Place of Origin Category:Yorkshire, North England, England
"Make way, sir!" said Brooke austerely, "and return home about your business. Get out of my way."
"O! we' pleasure like ; it's a bad wa' mun , and a dark way I promise thee .--Lord ha' mercy on thy poor soul I sa' ! Aye , go in 'tid cell, mun , and fall upon thy sinfu' marrowbones and axe pardon, do, thou Judas Hashcarrot. "
(Vol. 3,p. 290)
"Get up, master Turnbull, or I will baste you with your own ladle."
" Ise going to give tid' colonel a bit of someit in excalpitation like," quoth master Turnbull.
" Hold your Yorkshire tongue, and let me hear what the colonel says."
"Quite amincable , like , I assure thee : dommit , mun ! can't thee be civil to a body. "
(Vol. 1,p. 98)
" Someit of a hip-goble'em , like ," said Master Turnbull, taking up the broken thread of reply.
"Did yon see its beard, mun ," interrupted another, "burn my wig , what a deadly length?"
"And his eyes," exclaimed a second--
"Were like the fish-pools of Heshbon," snuffled the worthy pastor; "and his nose like the tower of Lebanon, that looketh towards--"
" Dommit , Job, you munna come wi' thot ," said Ebenezer, to him that described the beard. "The ghast wa' a wumman , to a dead sartification."
"Thou speakest leasing; "oh, thou profane tongue," grunted the pastor, "seeing that the silence of half an hour proveth--"
"Who can tell whether it baynt a wampur ?" said a female of the flock, putting in what she thought a lucky hit. "Did'nt thee mark his tusks?"
How wad ye say that, mauther ," returned a second, with an Essex sing, " whan thee mought see the craytur 's head under its arm, as natural as life?"
"Where are we, where are we?" again groaned Hezekiah. "There is none speaketh truth, no, not one. Of a verity, ye are vessels of Sathan, who lyed from the beginning, and still lyeth. Oh, ye --(Hhuh,hhuh.)"
"Well, my friends," interrupted Morrice, "when you have settled as to what you have seen, perhaps you will deign to assign some cause for the intrusion. In the meanwhile, as we are rather busy, either explain what you have to tell, shortly, or oblige us by your absence."
"Wi' pleasure, your honour," said Master Turnbull, looking owl-like, and assuming to be spokesman. " Ise appretiate yur worship in rengolar succension , how it wa' like. Thee mun know, as we sot i' the steward's hall, Master Hezekiah making a male o' a bit o capon, like , and tawking of fowl devils, and the saints, and reform and flummery, and the wine-press and mulled sack, and the fifth monorchy - like , quite natural, I assure thee ; whan , whop someat comes agen the door, and, before you could sa' Jack Robinson, in walks a little fellow, a wee wee wippersnapper , like--"
"A tall man"--"a wumman "--"a hag"--"the devil" --interrupted a dozen voices.
" Dommit all," quotha the cook, waxing wrath-- "let a mon speak, wi' ye ?--Be mannerdly-like , do. So says I to masel', when I saw the lanky Golgotha's saucer eyes, burning like a firecoal: and holding my nose, for, bless ye , mun , the brimstone wa' rather disingreable - like ."
"And you saw this?" said the governor: "mind what you are about, Master Turnbull, our time is not to be trifled with; your story does not agree first, it's a little whippersnapper, as you call it, and then it's a lanky Golgotha."
"Bless ye , did I sa' that?-- Na , na , it was a leetle , leetle go-o'e-the-ground thing, like . "
"I say it was a tall man," again interrupted a refractory voice, "like the picture of the Prior of Beverley in the Lady's study."
" Nay , nay , Miles-- did'nt you know Mother Allen, by her high-crowned hat?"
Morrice now lost all patience: and, shrugging up his shoulders, walked away.
(Vol. 1,p. 206-8)
Speaker #2:Ebenezer - Cook
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Cook
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Minor

Social Role
Social Role Description:Cook
Social Role Category:Servant
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Yorkshire
Place of Origin Category:Yorkshire, North England, England
"Now, Master Ebenezer," said Hopkins, to the rubicond and portly cook, "what evidence have you against this adjutant of Belial's kingdom?"
"I'm no but a cook, sur," rejoined the lord of the dripping-pan; "and I hanna mooch to say tid' woman, like ; only she's a deep un."
"Come near, my good man," said the witch-finder, like a showman who has muzzled a wild beast. "Don't be afraid of her, she won't eat you."
"I dunna know that, mun ," was the reply-- "she has done queerer things nor that--she ha' got an evil eye, I guess, and I'd joost keep a cervil distance, like : quite mannerly , I assure thee . Lord love you , she'd wisk thee up and throttle thee , joist as a coachman does a goose--before you could sa' Jack Robinson."
"'Tis part of the charge against her," replied Hopkins, "facinating poultry."
"Why you don't sa' so. Well , that's macking free, I reckon: personating poultry-- ha, ha! I ax pardon, zur -- but I'm dommed if I could keep a capon, whenever she was to the fore. They all got the pip, and the pigs took French leave; and as for the cattle, poor beasts, they took--they took on, as if they'd got the plag' . I mane , your honour, when she used to come tid' yound leddy ad castle, pretending about simples and harbs , and such like. Lord, how they wou'd jabber fra' hour to hour a mort of things, about old towers, and barons, and goblins, and that 'ere --and about Dame Shipton, the Yarkshire syllabub; and then the hag there--I ax pardon; I mane Mistris Thingamee used to look on her hand, like , and says he'd ha' an ougly death; and yet she'd chuse it. I remember t' words well by this mark, that the yeast wou'd na work that day, and the booter wou'd na coom , do as I wou'd . And all that night I cou'd na get a snap of sleep."
"What, she sent her imps to plague you?" enquired Hopkins.
"Na , na --she doos na need for that-- Lord love ye , she cooms through the keyhole, riding on a broomstick, like ony thing; I ha' no doubt all roobed and anoynted with child's fat, and suchlike."
"Write that down, Mr. Clerk," said Hopkins. So you saw her riding in this way?"
"Na, mun , dommer , she's too deep to be seen at her tricks. I did na see her, but I felt her: for I itched, and roobed , and scroobed the houl night, for all the worle as if I lay upon cow-itch; and there was sooch a wowling and catter-wowling wi' that domd black cat that used to follow her. I'm moral sartain , the Laccademon snuffed me out."
"The Cacodemon you mean. Well, and so, this cat follows her? Have you seen it lately?"
"Na , na --the baist 's up to someat , Ise tell thee . Never since Miles White watched her out of the back posten . Miaw, said the limb of Satan--and snuffs, and snuffs, as if he wanted a tidbit of flesh.--Oh, it's you, Beelzebub! says he, is it? By the poors , Ise mark ye . So, out he whips his loong soord , and slices off one o' t' baist 's paws, as nice as nine pence .-- All's right, thought he; I shall know ye now, mun , by head mark. Wull , would ye credit it? he meets the baist ond' next day, like , with all his paws as whool as mine, and it miowls him in the face, as who should sa' -- its varry pratty , like , but it won't do. Wull , this passed on--and in a day or two, woud ye credit it? there comes this old hag--this good woman, I mean, and brings ye another woman to th' Spittle, wi' never a hond . So then, the murder was out."
"Well: is that all you have to say?" asked Hopkins.
"Na, mun ; there's a mort of other things, but I doona mind them. Lord love ye , take care of her--she looks dommed obstrepelous , like ; wha knows but she may wisk us all away with a corner of the floor. That's a room un , I tell thee ."
(Vol. 1,p. 191-5)
" Someit of a hip-goble'em , like ," said Master Turnbull, taking up the broken thread of reply.
"Did yon see its beard, mun ," interrupted another, "burn my wig , what a deadly length?"
"And his eyes," exclaimed a second--
"Were like the fish-pools of Heshbon," snuffled the worthy pastor; "and his nose like the tower of Lebanon, that looketh towards--"
" Dommit , Job, you munna come wi' thot ," said Ebenezer, to him that described the beard. "The ghast wa' a wumman , to a dead sartification."
"Thou speakest leasing; "oh, thou profane tongue," grunted the pastor, "seeing that the silence of half an hour proveth--"
"Who can tell whether it baynt a wampur ?" said a female of the flock, putting in what she thought a lucky hit. "Did'nt thee mark his tusks?"
How wad ye say that, mauther ," returned a second, with an Essex sing, " whan thee mought see the craytur 's head under its arm, as natural as life?"
"Where are we, where are we?" again groaned Hezekiah. "There is none speaketh truth, no, not one. Of a verity, ye are vessels of Sathan, who lyed from the beginning, and still lyeth. Oh, ye --(Hhuh,hhuh.)"
"Well, my friends," interrupted Morrice, "when you have settled as to what you have seen, perhaps you will deign to assign some cause for the intrusion. In the meanwhile, as we are rather busy, either explain what you have to tell, shortly, or oblige us by your absence."
"Wi' pleasure, your honour," said Master Turnbull, looking owl-like, and assuming to be spokesman. " Ise appretiate yur worship in rengolar succension , how it wa' like. Thee mun know, as we sot i' the steward's hall, Master Hezekiah making a male o' a bit o capon, like , and tawking of fowl devils, and the saints, and reform and flummery, and the wine-press and mulled sack, and the fifth monorchy - like , quite natural, I assure thee ; whan , whop someat comes agen the door, and, before you could sa' Jack Robinson, in walks a little fellow, a wee wee wippersnapper , like--"
"A tall man"--"a wumman "--"a hag"--"the devil" --interrupted a dozen voices.
" Dommit all," quotha the cook, waxing wrath-- "let a mon speak, wi' ye ?--Be mannerdly-like , do. So says I to masel', when I saw the lanky Golgotha's saucer eyes, burning like a firecoal: and holding my nose, for, bless ye , mun , the brimstone wa' rather disingreable - like ."
"And you saw this?" said the governor: "mind what you are about, Master Turnbull, our time is not to be trifled with; your story does not agree first, it's a little whippersnapper, as you call it, and then it's a lanky Golgotha."
"Bless ye , did I sa' that?-- Na , na , it was a leetle , leetle go-o'e-the-ground thing, like . "
"I say it was a tall man," again interrupted a refractory voice, "like the picture of the Prior of Beverley in the Lady's study."
" Nay , nay , Miles-- did'nt you know Mother Allen, by her high-crowned hat?"
Morrice now lost all patience: and, shrugging up his shoulders, walked away.
(Vol. 1,p. 206-8)
Speaker #3:Group - Group of servants
Individual or Group:Group
Primary Identity:Group
Gender:Mixed
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Group of servants
Social Role Category:Servant
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Yorkshire (but one Essex voice)
Place of Origin Category:Yorkshire, North England, England
" Someit of a hip-goble'em , like ," said Master Turnbull, taking up the broken thread of reply.
"Did yon see its beard, mun ," interrupted another, "burn my wig , what a deadly length?"
"And his eyes," exclaimed a second--
"Were like the fish-pools of Heshbon," snuffled the worthy pastor; "and his nose like the tower of Lebanon, that looketh towards--"
" Dommit , Job, you munna come wi' thot ," said Ebenezer, to him that described the beard. "The ghast wa' a wumman , to a dead sartification."
"Thou speakest leasing; "oh, thou profane tongue," grunted the pastor, "seeing that the silence of half an hour proveth--"
"Who can tell whether it baynt a wampur ?" said a female of the flock, putting in what she thought a lucky hit. "Did'nt thee mark his tusks?"
How wad ye say that, mauther ," returned a second, with an Essex sing, " whan thee mought see the craytur 's head under its arm, as natural as life?"
"Where are we, where are we?" again groaned Hezekiah. "There is none speaketh truth, no, not one. Of a verity, ye are vessels of Sathan, who lyed from the beginning, and still lyeth. Oh, ye --(Hhuh,hhuh.)"
"Well, my friends," interrupted Morrice, "when you have settled as to what you have seen, perhaps you will deign to assign some cause for the intrusion. In the meanwhile, as we are rather busy, either explain what you have to tell, shortly, or oblige us by your absence."
"Wi' pleasure, your honour," said Master Turnbull, looking owl-like, and assuming to be spokesman. " Ise appretiate yur worship in rengolar succension , how it wa' like. Thee mun know, as we sot i' the steward's hall, Master Hezekiah making a male o' a bit o capon, like , and tawking of fowl devils, and the saints, and reform and flummery, and the wine-press and mulled sack, and the fifth monorchy - like , quite natural, I assure thee ; whan , whop someat comes agen the door, and, before you could sa' Jack Robinson, in walks a little fellow, a wee wee wippersnapper , like--"
"A tall man"--"a wumman "--"a hag"--"the devil" --interrupted a dozen voices.
" Dommit all," quotha the cook, waxing wrath-- "let a mon speak, wi' ye ?--Be mannerdly-like , do. So says I to masel', when I saw the lanky Golgotha's saucer eyes, burning like a firecoal: and holding my nose, for, bless ye , mun , the brimstone wa' rather disingreable - like ."
"And you saw this?" said the governor: "mind what you are about, Master Turnbull, our time is not to be trifled with; your story does not agree first, it's a little whippersnapper, as you call it, and then it's a lanky Golgotha."
"Bless ye , did I sa' that?-- Na , na , it was a leetle , leetle go-o'e-the-ground thing, like . "
"I say it was a tall man," again interrupted a refractory voice, "like the picture of the Prior of Beverley in the Lady's study."
" Nay , nay , Miles-- did'nt you know Mother Allen, by her high-crowned hat?"
Morrice now lost all patience: and, shrugging up his shoulders, walked away.
(Vol. 1,p. 206-8)
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