Lancashire Sketches / Third Edition

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ack gloom behind, following his footsteps with a soft, unearthly trot, accompanied by an unmistakable rattle of chains. He stopt. It stopt. He went on; and the fearful sounds dogged him again, with malignant regularity. "Gamershaw Boggart, after all, and no mistake," thought he: and in spite of all reason, a cold sweat began to come over him. Just then the goblin made a fiendish das

r hearing in some of my rambles among the moorland folk of my native district. It is a story of a poor hand-loom weaver, called "Thrum," trying to sell h

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bin sich ill deed for weyvers just neaw,-it wouldn't, for sure. For aw'd taen to th' dog, an' the dog had taen to

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mon's heels! It's brother to that dog o' Lolloper's, a

is it one o'

ure. They're prime

it a nick un

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seawnder set o' dog-teeth never snapt at a ratton! Then, look at it e'en; they're as breet as th' north star, ov a fr

ell tho what,-i

eyt aught i'th world, fro a collop to a dur

l tho th' treawth, we may'n meawths here faster nor we may'n mheyt. Look at yon woman!

.. Yo see'n aw thought it wur time to sell th' dog, when aw had to ax owd Thunge to lend mo a bite ov his moufin whol aw'd dea

great Cheshire family of Warburton, of which family R. E. E. Warburton, Esq., of Arley Hall, is the present representative. I understand that the foundations of the old hall are incorporated with the present building. There are very few trees about the place now; and these afford neither shade to the house nor much ornament to the scene. The name of Warburton is still common about here, both among the living, and on the gravestones of Flixton churchyard. The saying, "Aw'll tear tho limb fro Warbu'ton," is common all over Lancashire as well as Cheshire. One side of its meaning is evident enough, but its allusions used to puzzle me. I find that it has its origin in the curiously-involved relations of the two Cheshire rectories of Lymm and Warburton, and in some futile effort which was once made to separa

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as open, from the

ogether took the

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running brook, they to

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crossing Farmer Flar

the peany and drink

fingers, and silk st

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the cagion o' the

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rich gentlefolk an

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an stop awhoam, su

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old expressive ballad simplicity and vigour about it. The county of Cheshire is rich in loca

o' rigmarole, a r

dialect of that county; he is also the editor of a