The Sketches of Seymour, Robert Seymour [reading books for 7 year olds .txt] 📗

same herself seeing as her edication aintt bin in that line give her my love and tell her to take care o' the kids.i've got a silk vipe for sal, tell her; and suffing for 'em all, for i've made a xlent spec o' the woy'ge and bagg'd some tin too i can tell you; and vont ve have a blow out ven i cums amung younappsthat's the assis particklar vell and as dun his dooty like a riq'lar flint

i rode too races ar' needn't say as i vun em for napps is a houtanhouter an no mistake!

lork! didn't i make the natifs stare! and a gintlum as vos by, vanted to oan 'im an oferd any blunt for im but walker! says i there aint sick a ass as this 'ere hanimal in the hole countrybesides he's like as vun o' me oan famly, for i've brot im up in a manner from the time he vos a babby!he's up to a move or too and knows my voice jist for all the world like a Chrissen.

Red-nose Bill vot had a nook 'em down here brings this and he'll tell you all about the noosei shall foller in about, a veek or sotell sal to keep up her sperrits and not to lush vith Beti dont like that ere ooman at alla idle wagabone as is going to the Union like vinkini'm no temperens cove meself as you nose, sam, but enufs enuf and as good as a feast.

The gintry as taken hervite a likin to Napps and methey looks upon im as hervite a projidyfor he's licked all the donkies as run agin imthe vimmen too(you no my insinnivating vay, sam,) and nobody nose better than me how to git the right sow by the earno sooner do i see 'em a comin vith their kids, than i slips of and doffs my tile, an i says, says ido let the yung jentlum have a castand then the little in coorse begins a plegyin the old 'uns, andso the jobs done!

vot's to pay, my good man? says she

ohnothink, marm, says i, as modest as a turnip new-peeldnapps is a rig'lar raceri dont let im hout but i'm so fond o' children!

this here Yummeree doos the bisnis prime, for the vimmen comes over the jentlum and a pus is made up for anuther raceand in coorse i pockits the Bibscos vy?napps is nothink but a good 'un.

'tother day hearin as there vos an hunt in the naborwood:napps, says i-aspeakin to my assnapps ve'll jist go and look at 'em

vell ve hadnt got no more nor a mile wen i comes slap alongside of a starch-up chap upatop of raythur a good lookin' oss.but my i! vornt there bellows to mend; and he made no more vay nor a duck in a gutter.i says, sir, says i, dye think ve shall be in time for the hunt? but he never turns is hed but sets bolt uprite as stiff as pitchjist for all the world as if his mother had vashed im in starch.

i twigs his lean in a jiffyso i says says i "oh-you needn't be so shy i rides my own hannimal,"

vich i takes it vos more nor he co'd say, for his vas nothin more nor a borrod'un and if i dont mistake he vos a vitechapleri think ive seed im a sarvin out svipes and blue ruin at the gin-spinners corner o' summerset street or petticut lanedunno witch.

sam, i hates pride so i cuts his cumpnyi says says inapps it dont fit you aint a nunter you're o'ny a racer and that chaps afeard his prad vill be spiled a keeping conapny with a assleastways i'm o' the same opinyon in that respec consarning meself andso i shall mizzle.

a true gintlum as is a gintlum, sam is as difrent to these here stuck-up fellers az a sovrin is to a coronashun copper vot's on'y gilt.

vell lie turns hof over the left and vips up his animal tryin to get up a trotbobbin up and down in his sturrups and bumpin hisself to make a showall flummery!he takes the middel o' the field to hisself, and i cox my i for a houtlet and spi's a gaitthat's the ticket! says i; so liting the 'bacca and blowin a cloud I trots along, and had jist cum to the gait ven turnin' round to look for the gin-spinner, blow me! sam, if i didn't see the cove again heels over head over an edgelike a tumler at bartlmy fare;vile his preshus hannimal vas a takin it cooly in the meddo!

"vat a rum chap" - says i, a larfin reddy to bust"vat a rum chap to go over the 'edge that vay! ven here's a riglar gait to ride through!"

and so, i druv on, but somehow, sam, i coudn't help a thinkin' as praps the waggerbun lead broke his nekstif as it vas! and so i said to napps"napps,"says i"lets go and look arter the warmint for charity's-sake"

napps vots as good-natur'd a ass as his master, didn't make no obstacle and so ve vent

my i!sam, i'd a stood a Kervorten and three outs ad you a bin there!there vas my jentlum up to his nek in a duckpondlookin' as miserribble as a stray o' mutton in a batter puddin'

"halp! halp!" says he, a spittin' the green veeds out of his mouth"halp me, faller, and i'll stand a bob" or summat to that efeck.

but i couldn't hold out my fin to him for larfinand napps begun a brayin at sich a ratevich struck me as if he vas a larfin too, and made me larf wusser than ever

vell, at last, i contrivis to lug him out, and a preshus figger he cut to be surehe had kervite a new sute o' black mud, vich didn't smell particlar sveet i can tell you.

"ain't hurt yoursef?" says i, "have you?"

"no"says he"but i'm dem wet and utterably spiled"or vords like that for he chewd'em so fine i couldn't rightly hit 'em.

ater i'd scraped him a little desent, and he'd tip'd a hogvich vas rayther hansumi ax'd him vere he'd left his tile?

"tile?"says hea yogglin his i's and openin' his jaws like a dyin' oyster "yes your castor"says i, "your beaver your hat."

"Oh!"says he, p'inting dismal to the pond"gone to the devil d me!"so vith that he takes out a red and yuller vipe, and ties it about his hed, lookin' for all the vorld like a apple-ooman.

as he had come down hansum i in coorse ofer'd to ketch his prad vich va'n't much difficultyand up he jumps and lepped with a squosh into the saddleand rid of vithout as much as sayin' by your leave good luck to you or anythink else

vell, this here vos the end and upshot o' that day's fun for I vos too late for the start by ten minnitsi saw 'em goin' it at a distance so i takes a sight!but i had too much valley for napes to put im to it so as to get up vith 'emor he might a done it praps!

i've lived like a fightin cock and am as fatt as butterbut the race is goin' to begin in a hour and i must go and ketch napps who's a grazin on the commun and looks oncommun vellso no more at present from,

Yours, my prime 'un,

dick stammer.
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