. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. 418 THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. [September 26, 1889. in t' fir-plantashtm I fell intu a deep reveree, a-thinkin' on t' grate B book I be now engag'd in 'riting—a stan'ard work o' referens on t' subjek for all toime—an' what a brillyant futur' I 'ad in store, an' ruy sole farely sim'd tew be melted into sweet rapters [raptures ?] as wun tbowt foller'd another threw my he'd loike t' waves a ripplin' on t' sayshore in t' month o' Joon. Sammy, my boy ! thowt I, yew've not bin born in vane. Yer talons ain't bin hid, loike sum other talonted peeple
. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. 418 THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. [September 26, 1889. in t' fir-plantashtm I fell intu a deep reveree, a-thinkin' on t' grate B book I be now engag'd in 'riting—a stan'ard work o' referens on t' subjek for all toime—an' what a brillyant futur' I 'ad in store, an' ruy sole farely sim'd tew be melted into sweet rapters [raptures ?] as wun tbowt foller'd another threw my he'd loike t' waves a ripplin' on t' sayshore in t' month o' Joon. Sammy, my boy ! thowt I, yew've not bin born in vane. Yer talons ain't bin hid, loike sum other talonted peeple as I noze on. Yer book on B's shall be a grate sucksess. I ken planely see in t' futur' t' bookcellars a sellin' um over thair counters t' admirin' custumers by the duzen at a toime. I ken see t' prenters, wi' thair shirtsleeves tiick'd up, a puttin' t' letters tewgither as fast as thair fingers can goo, tew print off another 'dishun; an' t' bookbinders a bindin' on 'em as fast as t' prenters 'ands 'em over; an' wun an' all on 'em, prenters an' binders tewgither a blessin' Sam Goodheeve for t' job o' work 'ees book 'as given 'em, an' dowtless a wonderin' all t' toime whair 'ee got 'ee's ideers an' larnin' from. Ay, Sammy, thowt I, yer neame shall soon be a 'ousehold word threwowt t' length and bre'dth o' t' hull airth from wun pole to t'other. Sich luvly ideers as these whair a-flowin' threw my he'd, an' I s'pose 1 felt a bit drowsy at f thowts o' my kumnjin grateness, for I suddenly foun' mysel'a sprawlin' on my back off t' geat slap into a big puddel o muddy water, my 'at crush'd owt o' all sheape over my eyes, an' my pipe broke all t' smithereens. ( 'Xperience tayches me that when next I gits into a deep reveree tew sit seafely on t' groun' an' not tew coort disaster a sittin' a 'top of a 'igh geat.) Now, Honr'd Sir, I may tell 'ee (in strick confidens) that when a grate book is 'bout tew kum into t' world t' rule is for all t' Edditors in Lunnun tew put thair he'ds
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