Boot if dou bee'st a laty,
Denn, on de odder hand,
Take a blonde moustachiod lofer
In de vine green Sherman land,
Und if you shoost kit married
(Vood mit vood soon makes a vire),
You'll learn to sprechen Deutsch, mein Kind,
Ash fast as you tesire.
Charles Godfrey Leland.
TAMMY'S PRIZE.
"Awa' wi' ye, Tammy man, awa' wi' ye to the schule, aye standin' haverin'," and the old shoemaker looked up through his tear-dimmed spectacles at his son, who was standing with his cap on and his book in his hand.
Tammy made a move to the door. "An' is't the truth, Tammy? and does the maister say't himsel'? Say't ower again."
The boy turned back, and stood looking on the ground.
"It wasna muckle he said, fayther. He just said, 'It'll be Tammy Rutherford that'll get the prize i' the coontin.'"
"He said you, did he?" said the old man, as if he had heard it for the first time, and not for the hundredth.
Again Tammy made a move for the door; and again the fond father would have called him back, had not the schoolbell at that instant rung out loud and clear.