EXTRACTS FROM MY NOTE-BOOK.

Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 200, 10 January 1866, Page 3

EXTRACTS FROM MY NOTE-BOOK.

'Tis hoy a Rev'rent Gent, Wich is name beegins with Wee, " And its Ho ! my lams ia goin' to aye A tee phifce — eh ?" sez c. " A tee phite — and without Oonsultin of their paster, An in my T&benezev, 2 1 I'll sho 'em tho' who's master. " I will lift hup my vice, And let 'em aye it ot ; P'raps they won't shiver wen I hexcommunicate the lot ! " I'll go within the chuch, And barikade the dore, And git a hotel of jinger bear, And slepe upon the phlore." But a galliant harmy kern, Who houfcside wood not tarry, Inclusive of them heminent men — Jack, Bill, Tom, Dick, and Arry. So they busted in the door ; Climed the winder and the wall, And the Reverent cove wen they got in E look'd oncommon smaul. Wot's the meanin o' this eer, This tewmult wich I see, E sez, and the mob they ansered And sed, we wants hour tee. It was the golh'est lark Wen they all 'em down ad sot, A bustin emselves with muffins And tee a bilin ot. Then they sung an him, bufc I thinlc Instead of such sacred lays, As they was a goin to war, they orfc To ha sung the Marseillaise. Then the chairman c got hap, And sollemly c said, " As for that there Eev'rent covey, vrliy I'd liVe punch is cd." And the Eev'rent cove jumps hup When the tother cove sets down, And c sez, " So elp my bob," sez c, ! " I'll phite you for arf a crown. ■ " I likes a little joak As well as e'er a one, But ef you meens any phun like that, Wy, bloc me tite — kum hon." And there was a lot of gas, And halso a lot of bloc, And halso a lot of langwidge witch It seem'd oncommon low. One call'd t'other a liar, And c call'd 'im another ; And then they got into sitch a row, I couldn't tell witch from t'other. But I got rayther fear'd, As some uu ud punch my 'ed In a kind o' mistake, so I jentle slop'd, And mizzled of to bed. And has a lay awake Rephlecktin' o'er the pother, I thort of the high sublime command — Tat " Ye love one another !' ' SNTJX.