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 Tim Bobbin cud write a clear print hond, as smo as smithy smudge.

As consated as a wisket [basket].

He used to be as limber [lively] as a treawt when he're young; bud neaw he's us wambley [shaky] and slamp [tottering] as a barrow full o' warp sizin.

As hard as a cobbler's lapstone.

A face as long as Solomon Sampson's sow; which could never learn to talk, but was a devil to think.

Poor and peart, like the parson's pig.

Puffing like a porpoise-pig.

Squilting like a duck in thunder.

Grinning like my granny at a hot puff-cake.

Like a mule at a nettle early in spring.

Grinning like a clown through a horse-collar at Eccles wakes for a pound o' 'bacco.

As patient as Willy Wood's horse, ut died one day in a fit o' patience, waitin for fodder.

LANCASHIRE SAYINGS. Kent and Keer

Have parted many a good man and his mere [mare].

[The river Kent, at low water, flows in several channels over the sands, to the middle of Morecambe Bay. The Keer enters upon the sands in a broad and rapid current, rendering the passage over it at times more dangerous than fording the Kent. Many have perished in