XU INTRODUCTION. paid for doing what I wanted won't do such little work as that afore hese made hisself oomf ortabIe» tho' I tolled him how bad I wanted to get back» and that I should loose a Day by his keeping me awaiting about. That this is mostly the fault of the Ghiardians rather than anybody else is my firm belief , tho' if Mr. Payne had done his duty hed a been with Miasus many times afore she died and not haye left her as he did, when ho knowed she was so bad, and hed a made 'un give her what bhe wanted; but then he must do, he says, just what the Quardians wishes, and that amt to attend much on the Poor, and the BeleTin^ Officer is docked if what he gies by eyen the Doctors orders amt proyed of by the Quardians aterwrird, and he had to pay for the littlo Qin the Doctor ordered out of his own Pocket, and, as the Newspaper says, for the Nurse, as this was put in our Paper by Pm sure I don't know who, but I belieyes tis true, last week. And now, Sir, I shall leaye it to you to judge whether the Poor can be treated any where so bad as they be in the Andoyer Union. This is a fair specimen of the dialect; but is written by an educated person, whether the actual pauper or his repiesentatiye. He occasionally strays into English nmch aboye the comprehension of a Hampshire labourer. ' Spiritual consolation ' would certainly not convey to the mind of such a one the meaning intended by the writer. 'Consolation' is a word, I belieye, not understanded by Hampshire folk, at least, in the sense here used. And if they were told the Parson was * spiritual,' they would think he was * angry.' a yolce fboh haicpshirb on the fat oattlb show.^
- Mb. Punch, Ztte,
'If you plase, zur, I be a Hampshire Yarmer. I writes to you cause I knows you wunt mind my not beeun a scoUurd, and ool excuse bad spellun and all that. Lookun oyer the peeaper 'tother market day at Winchester, I zee a count o' the Prize Cattle Show up in Lunnun. I wanted to know what a sed about the pigs ; whose they was and where they come yrom. I yound as how as there wam't a zingle hog yrom Hampshire among the lot. You knows that, I dare zay, as well as I do ; and yery like you be astonished at it, zummut. Tell 'ee how 'tis, Zur. We yolks in Hampshire breeds pigs as pigs ought to be, and dwoant goo yattenim on em up till they can't wag. We sez pork ought to haye lane as well as fat, and we likes our > From PuncTi, yoL iz., p. 264 (1845).
