" Why you be always a persuading I to go to tabernacle , Mrs. Gauge, and there I did think to ha goane to day, but the volk did zay our Rector was growd a despert vine mon , and I wanted to hear un . Thof to be zure , nif I had know'd as much as I do now, I would ha goane this morning to hear measter Rousem. I didn't understond one word the parson zed , except Messopotamia, ou vas so despert vine . To my mind nif ministers be ever so larned , they should talk about zuch matters, as poor volk can take in." "As for that, Dame Trotman, t'was just as well thee dids'nt understond un , vor all the good it would ha done thy poor soul. What be the church ministers but sons of Belial?" "Why I do think , Mrs. Gauge, zome on um be as good as they as do preach at tabernacle . There's good Mr. Flatcher as pious a mon , as ever mounted a pilpit . 'Tis unknown how much good ou do do . There's our John now, used to get out to yeale forever, and never minded what became of I ; but now he is as solid as any one in the parish, and 'tis all out of hearing parson Flatcher . And Mary Dobson, her zays as how Obadiah, used to be forever after the wenchen , till ou preached the sarmont about dultry ."
" Ah !" cried Mrs. Gauge, " 'tis all legality dame! all legality! if you was to hear dear Mr. Rousem, you'd never go to church no more ." "Why I met Deborah Gibson just nows , coming from hearing parson Rubric, and her told me, as how ou preached about nothing but zwirarts , and that all the volk laugh'd . Why to my mind ' tis quite awful! laws ! if you had heard good Mr. Rousem to day! dear mon , when ou talked of the Pharisees, and they do as pride themselves on good works , ou was so yarnest to save our poor souls, that ou reaved till ou was all in a prespiration, and the very hair stood an ind on his head. Oh ou's quite a Boanerges! and so comfortable a minister as ever preached the gospel; for though ou do tell us ou 's afeared we shall all be lost, ou 's got no more gall in it, than a dove: and ou 's out of the pilpit , ou 's as free to a poor soul, as ou would be to a lord." " Well Mrs Gauge, I'm but a poor weak woman, and not so larned as you in these matters for sartin ; but it do zeem to I , as what parson Flatcher do zay , is zound to the back bone. And as for free, ou do go into every poor mon's house in the parish, and do a zight of good, though ou is but a curate, and has'nt much money."
* Ou , he or she -- pilpit , pulpit -- our John , means her husband -- get out to yeale , go the the ale-house -- solid , sober, steady, -- wenchen , wenches -- switart , sweetheart -- yarnest , earnest -- in in, in him.

" Why you be always a persuading I to go to tabernacle , Mrs. Gauge, and there I did think to ha goane to day, but the volk did zay our Rector was growd a despert vine mon , and I wanted to hear un . Thof to be zure , nif I had know'd as much as I do now, I would ha goane this morning to hear measter Rousem. I didn't understond one word the parson zed , except Messopotamia, ou vas so despert vine . To my mind nif ministers be ever so larned , they should talk about zuch matters, as poor volk can take in." "As for that, Dame Trotman, t'was just as well thee dids'nt understond un , vor all the good it would ha done thy poor soul. What be the church ministers but sons of Belial?" "Why I do think , Mrs. Gauge, zome on um be as good as they as do preach at tabernacle . There's good Mr. Flatcher as pious a mon , as ever mounted a pilpit . 'Tis unknown how much good ou do do . There's our John now, used to get out to yeale forever, and never minded what became of I ; but now he is as solid as any one in the parish, and 'tis all out of hearing parson Flatcher . And Mary Dobson, her zays as how Obadiah, used to be forever after the wenchen , till ou preached the sarmont about dultry ."
" Ah !" cried Mrs. Gauge, " 'tis all legality dame! all legality! if you was to hear dear Mr. Rousem, you'd never go to church no more ." "Why I met Deborah Gibson just nows , coming from hearing parson Rubric, and her told me, as how ou preached about nothing but zwirarts , and that all the volk laugh'd . Why to my mind ' tis quite awful! laws ! if you had heard good Mr. Rousem to day! dear mon , when ou talked of the Pharisees, and they do as pride themselves on good works , ou was so yarnest to save our poor souls, that ou reaved till ou was all in a prespiration, and the very hair stood an ind on his head. Oh ou's quite a Boanerges! and so comfortable a minister as ever preached the gospel; for though ou do tell us ou 's afeared we shall all be lost, ou 's got no more gall in it, than a dove: and ou 's out of the pilpit , ou 's as free to a poor soul, as ou would be to a lord." " Well Mrs Gauge, I'm but a poor weak woman, and not so larned as you in these matters for sartin ; but it do zeem to I , as what parson Flatcher do zay , is zound to the back bone. And as for free, ou do go into every poor mon's house in the parish, and do a zight of good, though ou is but a curate, and has'nt much money."
* Ou , he or she -- pilpit , pulpit -- our John , means her husband -- get out to yeale , go the the ale-house -- solid , sober, steady, -- wenchen , wenches -- switart , sweetheart -- yarnest , earnest -- in in, in him.

Continuing in this situation some time, the sound of footsteps, and a voice which exclaimed, " Lawk a marcy on me! 'tis her ghaust !" made her start, and look up: when she beheld Robin Higgins looking aghast, and standing before her.Robin came in for a gardening knife he had left on the table, and not knowing our heroine was in the country, he made this exclamation. "How d'ye do Robin?" said Silvanella, drying her tears. "Why I beant mighty well, but you, Silvanella, know the cause of thuc . How be you? to my mind, you look despert meakumish ! la , you did use to have a colour as fresh as a rause ." "Ah! those days are over Robin."
"And why be they auver ? cause ye do kip company we gentlevolk , and turn night into doy . Zookers ! why before Madam Cameron comed here, and you used to be we Madam Nelson and rise yarley a mornings, and go to bed yarley b'nights , you was the prettiest plump rawy wench, I ever set my eyes on! but now you do look shim as skinny and as white as a leady . Ah ! Silvanella, you had a better a had I. We should ha been as appy the days is long, you should never have wanted for nothing . And as for the veather's consent, I don't doubt but as how I could ha got that . Vor mother I know, would ha persuaded un toot . And a man would hardly be such a vool , as to cut off his own natural posteriors out a spite, case his son didn't marry to please un . Thof to be sure , ou did zay , that nif I did ha you, ou would make all he is worth to cousin John Dowse: and that to be sartin , would be pravawking enough, case d'ye zee , veather our zaved a good deal a money. But a may partly thank mother vor that, vor her was always a despert scrat . However, Miss Silvanella, if you would have I, and take all changes, I'd work for you late and yarly , come the worst. Do ye think ont now, woot ?" "I am much obliged to you Robin, but you know my mind on that subject."
"Why I do. And I have dissolved many times never to zay no more about it . But there, when I do zee ye , I caunt help it. Vor them there pretty eyes , do meake me break all my resoluteions . La , methinks when I catched you just nows a crying , they did shine , vor all the world just like the zun , drough a shower of roin . Ah! Silvanella, I be no more like the zame lad , I was two years back, than nothing . I was then as merry a bird, but now, I cannot get a crum of rest, and do nothing but toss and turn all night, and think of those pretty eyes. Mother cries, and says I am become quite a noomy . Now do ye , Silvanella, consider a little about it, you will never have a truer lovyer ; and I doant care a brass vardor about your being a gypsey wench: I am sure, I should scorn ever to tell you of it, if we should ever have any words." "You are very kind," replied Silvanella, looking rather disdainfully, and rising to leave the marquee , "but I desire you will never trouble me any more, with your conversation."
" Nay , you need not to give yourself these high airs neither , considering all things. But I'll be danged if you shall be off, without letting me have a buss ," cried Robin, attempting at the same time to lay hold of Silvanella, who was struggling violently to disengage herself from the embraces of this boor, when Sir James Barrington entered the marquee [...]

Continuing in this situation some time, the sound of footsteps, and a voice which exclaimed, " Lawk a marcy on me! 'tis her ghaust !" made her start, and look up: when she beheld Robin Higgins looking aghast, and standing before her.Robin came in for a gardening knife he had left on the table, and not knowing our heroine was in the country, he made this exclamation. "How d'ye do Robin?" said Silvanella, drying her tears. "Why I beant mighty well, but you, Silvanella, know the cause of thuc . How be you? to my mind, you look despert meakumish ! la , you did use to have a colour as fresh as a rause ." "Ah! those days are over Robin."
"And why be they auver ? cause ye do kip company we gentlevolk , and turn night into doy . Zookers ! why before Madam Cameron comed here, and you used to be we Madam Nelson and rise yarley a mornings, and go to bed yarley b'nights , you was the prettiest plump rawy wench, I ever set my eyes on! but now you do look shim as skinny and as white as a leady . Ah ! Silvanella, you had a better a had I. We should ha been as appy the days is long, you should never have wanted for nothing . And as for the veather's consent, I don't doubt but as how I could ha got that . Vor mother I know, would ha persuaded un toot . And a man would hardly be such a vool , as to cut off his own natural posteriors out a spite, case his son didn't marry to please un . Thof to be sure , ou did zay , that nif I did ha you, ou would make all he is worth to cousin John Dowse: and that to be sartin , would be pravawking enough, case d'ye zee , veather our zaved a good deal a money. But a may partly thank mother vor that, vor her was always a despert scrat . However, Miss Silvanella, if you would have I, and take all changes, I'd work for you late and yarly , come the worst. Do ye think ont now, woot ?" "I am much obliged to you Robin, but you know my mind on that subject."
"Why I do. And I have dissolved many times never to zay no more about it . But there, when I do zee ye , I caunt help it. Vor them there pretty eyes , do meake me break all my resoluteions . La , methinks when I catched you just nows a crying , they did shine , vor all the world just like the zun , drough a shower of roin . Ah! Silvanella, I be no more like the zame lad , I was two years back, than nothing . I was then as merry a bird, but now, I cannot get a crum of rest, and do nothing but toss and turn all night, and think of those pretty eyes. Mother cries, and says I am become quite a noomy . Now do ye , Silvanella, consider a little about it, you will never have a truer lovyer ; and I doant care a brass vardor about your being a gypsey wench: I am sure, I should scorn ever to tell you of it, if we should ever have any words." "You are very kind," replied Silvanella, looking rather disdainfully, and rising to leave the marquee , "but I desire you will never trouble me any more, with your conversation."
" Nay , you need not to give yourself these high airs neither , considering all things. But I'll be danged if you shall be off, without letting me have a buss ," cried Robin, attempting at the same time to lay hold of Silvanella, who was struggling violently to disengage herself from the embraces of this boor, when Sir James Barrington entered the marquee [...]

"Then I suppose," said Mrs. Mansell, lowering her voice, and not appearing to have attended to the last remark, "the Miss Dorringtons have had no regular coming out like. "
[some dialogue omitted]
"Law, but people don't go to plays and concerts to talk all sensible like," said Mrs. Mansell.

"I would," said he, in the Irish acccent , "but I don't see any young lady disengaged under thirty--and not being quite so much myself , I wouldn't like to dance with my superior, at all, at all."
"Oh, I'll get you a good partner," said Mrs. Macmaurice, introducing him to Miss Simmons.
"Augh! by St. Patrick," exclaimed he, "but this is a trate now, to be sure --you hid yourself behind Mrs. Mac. that I mightn't see your swait face, but I saw you all the time."

"Lor love 'e, well, to think of Anner! " cried Miss Maria Grimshaw, "your sisters 'a been a tellin us all about it—and we're going with 'em to Hammersmith, to see your pa—so we been a waiting in Piccurdilly , for one of the stages, but as there on't be one as goes off much afore a't ' a'ter four, we thought we would have a bit of a Bond-street lounge, only this little passel of my night things don't look so well, do it ?"
This was uttered with such an expression of vulgar mirth, and a chuckling laugh, that it became quite insupportable to Lady Aucherly, and interrupting Miss Simmons, she requested Phoebe to get in the carriage.— Phoebe immediately obeyed, and was assisted by Miss Grimshaw's brother, who acquitted himself with such an affected theatrical grace, that several men of fashion passing by, found it impossible to restrain their laughter.
Lady Aucherly's heart trembled with mortification, though her countenance did not betray it, and promising to call on Miss Simmons very soon, apologized for being in such a hurry, and ordered the coachman to drive on.
"There they goes!" cried Miss Grimshaw, as she stood looking after the carriage: "there they goes! who but they; lawk , how dashy 'tis for your sisters to ride about in that broutch and four hosses ."
"And two men a hossback behind 'em," added her sister.
"Lawks, Marier , did you see what Jessy had on!"
"Iss sure— 'tis some new kick, ain't it?
"Lars love 'e Sally Simmons," continued Miss Maria, "do 'e get us acquainted with Lady Archerly, when 'tis your turn to be with her."
"Oh, you know," said Miss Simmons, " 'tis a great favor I assure you, that we are noticed by her, and we can't take the liberty of introducing our friends."
"Lawk o'me! not with your own flesh and blood aunt!" exclaimed Miss.Grimshaw.
" 'Tis n't her own flesh and blood aunt," returned her sister.
"Well if she baint —is she so proud as all that!"
"Aye, I warrant her," cried Miss Maria, "she gave me a very rude stare when I curt'sied, but I sha'n't cry my eyes out if she stares again; I can give her as good as her own, any day."
"Pray don't talk so loud," said Miss Simmons.
"Lawk!" returned Miss Grimshaw, "why 'tis all the fash , among the quality: we were at Cov'n Gar'n last week —"
"And the play was— interrupted her brother.
"Lawk, what sinifies what the play was," said Miss Grimshaw, " 'tweren't that; I was going to mention summut by way of proof poz ; and there —"
[some narrative omitted]
"Lawk, I will there now— Lor here's the two Frenchmen again-—what a grimacing!"
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, " d'ye hear 'em parlez vousing ?"
"What will they say to this news," observed Mr. Thomas Grimshaw, "I wonder whether we shall have an illumination."
" Tom's full of the news," said his sister Maria.
"As full as a hegg ," cried Miss Grimshaw.
"I wish you wouldn't keep such a noise, said Sarah Simmons.
"Lars love'e, Sally Simmons, I can't help it," said Miss Maria – "I can't indeed."
"Lawk!" exclaimed Miss Grimshaw, "look at that man riding so fast on his speckledy hoss ".
"And how cruel," said Miss Simmons, "to spur the poor dumb animal so."
" 'Tis their divildom ," returned Miss Grimshaw.
" Lorks !" cried Miss Maria, "I should laugh if the blood was to spirt out upon his nice leather breeches and the crame colour'd tops to his boots – Laws, what a sight of leather breeches there always is in this street, ain't there? Why there's a hundred pair here now, I do think – I say Tom, what a pity 'tis you ha'n't a got yourn ."
"They bain't clean," said Miss Grimshaw.
"Do hold you tongues, can't you," said her brother.
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, "it's hard if one must'nt speak!"

"Lor love 'e, well, to think of Anner! " cried Miss Maria Grimshaw, "your sisters 'a been a tellin us all about it—and we're going with 'em to Hammersmith, to see your pa—so we been a waiting in Piccurdilly , for one of the stages, but as there on't be one as goes off much afore a't ' a'ter four, we thought we would have a bit of a Bond-street lounge, only this little passel of my night things don't look so well, do it ?"
This was uttered with such an expression of vulgar mirth, and a chuckling laugh, that it became quite insupportable to Lady Aucherly, and interrupting Miss Simmons, she requested Phoebe to get in the carriage.— Phoebe immediately obeyed, and was assisted by Miss Grimshaw's brother, who acquitted himself with such an affected theatrical grace, that several men of fashion passing by, found it impossible to restrain their laughter.
Lady Aucherly's heart trembled with mortification, though her countenance did not betray it, and promising to call on Miss Simmons very soon, apologized for being in such a hurry, and ordered the coachman to drive on.
"There they goes!" cried Miss Grimshaw, as she stood looking after the carriage: "there they goes! who but they; lawk , how dashy 'tis for your sisters to ride about in that broutch and four hosses ."
"And two men a hossback behind 'em," added her sister.
"Lawks, Marier , did you see what Jessy had on!"
"Iss sure— 'tis some new kick, ain't it?
"Lars love 'e Sally Simmons," continued Miss Maria, "do 'e get us acquainted with Lady Archerly, when 'tis your turn to be with her."
"Oh, you know," said Miss Simmons, " 'tis a great favor I assure you, that we are noticed by her, and we can't take the liberty of introducing our friends."
"Lawk o'me! not with your own flesh and blood aunt!" exclaimed Miss.Grimshaw.
" 'Tis n't her own flesh and blood aunt," returned her sister.
"Well if she baint —is she so proud as all that!"
"Aye, I warrant her," cried Miss Maria, "she gave me a very rude stare when I curt'sied, but I sha'n't cry my eyes out if she stares again; I can give her as good as her own, any day."
"Pray don't talk so loud," said Miss Simmons.
"Lawk!" returned Miss Grimshaw, "why 'tis all the fash , among the quality: we were at Cov'n Gar'n last week —"
"And the play was— interrupted her brother.
"Lawk, what sinifies what the play was," said Miss Grimshaw, " 'tweren't that; I was going to mention summut by way of proof poz ; and there —"
[some narrative omitted]
"Lawk, I will there now— Lor here's the two Frenchmen again-—what a grimacing!"
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, " d'ye hear 'em parlez vousing ?"
"What will they say to this news," observed Mr. Thomas Grimshaw, "I wonder whether we shall have an illumination."
" Tom's full of the news," said his sister Maria.
"As full as a hegg ," cried Miss Grimshaw.
"I wish you wouldn't keep such a noise, said Sarah Simmons.
"Lars love'e, Sally Simmons, I can't help it," said Miss Maria – "I can't indeed."
"Lawk!" exclaimed Miss Grimshaw, "look at that man riding so fast on his speckledy hoss ".
"And how cruel," said Miss Simmons, "to spur the poor dumb animal so."
" 'Tis their divildom ," returned Miss Grimshaw.
" Lorks !" cried Miss Maria, "I should laugh if the blood was to spirt out upon his nice leather breeches and the crame colour'd tops to his boots – Laws, what a sight of leather breeches there always is in this street, ain't there? Why there's a hundred pair here now, I do think – I say Tom, what a pity 'tis you ha'n't a got yourn ."
"They bain't clean," said Miss Grimshaw.
"Do hold you tongues, can't you," said her brother.
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, "it's hard if one must'nt speak!"

"Which of my hawses do you like best?"
"The grey, I think."
"The giey! then you don't like Bewtus , he's my faveyet ."
"Then Brutus shall be _my_ favourite too," said Mrs. Selwyn, beginning to appreciate the Baronet's character.
"I knew you'd change your mind – I gave Lawd John a hundred guineas for him – you know Lawd John Lennawd."
"I have not that pleasure."
"What not know Lawd John Lennawd! – you quite surpeise me – he's a son of the Duke of Ulverstone."
[some narrative omitted]
"I'm afraid you're a little deaf, Sir Caesar."
"Eh no, I'm not – what made you think so – it's veye yude , and if you say so again, - I've a gaate mind to put you out, and make you walk."
"I'll trust to your politeness, Sir Caesar," said Mrs. Selwyn, laughing at his oddity.
"You wouldn't have faw to walk," returned the Baronet, "we're almost come."

"Well , but one can't yecollect eveyithing one hears – I think, Effawsham told me that we had burnt a ship of the line, taken two more and deove off the yest ."
"But who is the hero of the victory?"
"Upon my honaw – " said Sir Caesar, pausing, "that has escaped my yecollection – let me see – 'twas Lawd – no, Admiyal – what was his name – gad I've fawgot ."