_Hor. Ep. Carm. IV._
Another, quaintly and cautiously expressing his opinion as to the stage of inebriation reached by his friend, said that "He wasn"t exactly drunk, but one or two o" th" gla.s.ses he"d had should ha" been left o"er till to-morrow."
To drop the aspirate is a common failing of half-educated Lancashire people (though this special weakness is by no means peculiar to Lancashire folk), and sometimes gives a ludicrous turn to a remark.
Speaking with a working-man friend of mine about the desirability of everyone cultivating some pursuit or hobby outside of one"s daily employment: "Ah!" replied my friend, "a man with an "obby is an "appy man!" to which sensible expression of opinion I a.s.sented with a smile.
The same person, curiously enough, would put in the aspirate where it was not required. Looking at the picture of an ancient mansion, he asked: "Is that a hold habbey?" I have even heard a fairly well-educated person speak of the "Hodes of Orrace."
Jack Smith was a well-known Blackburn character in his day. He began life as a quarryman, rose to be a quarrymaster, and became Mayor of his native town. Mr Abram, the historian of Blackburn, relates that "when in February 1869, Justice Willes came down to Blackburn to hear the pet.i.tion against the return of Messrs Hornby and Fielden at the Parliamentary election in the November preceding, Mayor Smith attained the height of his grandeur and importance. On the morning of the opening of the Court, the room was thronged with counsel, solicitors, witnesses and active politicians interested in the trial on one side or the other. The Mayor, Jack Smith, took his seat on the Bench by the side of Justice Willes, who found the air of the Court rather too close for him. He was seen to say a few words in an undertone to the Mayor, who nodded a.s.sent, and rising, shouted in his heavy voice, pointing to the windows at the side of the Court: "Heigh, policemen, hoppen them winders, an" let some hair in." As he reseated himself, Jack added, chidingly, addressing the group of constables in attendance: "Do summat for yor bra.s.s!" Few of the audience could resist a laugh at the quaint idiom of the Right Worshipful, and even the Judge"s severe features for a moment relaxed into a half smile.
An incident in _Punch_ has reference to the same failing. The Inspector had been visiting a school, in which a Lancashire magnate took great interest, being something of an enthusiast in the educational movement. In commenting upon the progress of the pupils in care of the schoolmistress, the Inspector, on leaving, remarked to the patron of the school:
"It strikes me that teacher of yours retains little or no grasp upon the attention of the children--not hold enough, you know--not hold enough."
"Not _hold_ enough!" exclaimed the magnate in surprise. "Lor" bless yer--if she ever sees forty again, I"ll eat my "at!"
To fully convey the humour of the incident, Charles Keene"s picture (for it is one of his) should accompany the recital.
At one of the political meetings of the Eccles division, during the recent general election contest, a working man who occupied the chair, and prodigal of his _aitches_, in introducing Mr O. L. Clare, Q.C., the Conservative candidate, convulsed the audience by strenuously aspirating the two initials of the honourable candidate"s name.
Some illiterate men, again, are fond of using or misusing big words.
They are content, following the example of Mrs Malaprop, that the sound shall serve just as well as the sense. For example: you will sometimes hear an old gardener remark that the soil wouldn"t be any the worse of some "manoeuvre." One that I knew used to talk of "consecrating" the footpaths. He meant concreting.
An old mechanic of my acquaintance, who is learned in the mysteries of steam raising and steam pressure, is wont to dilate on his favourite subject, and will persist in holding forth on what he describes as "Th" expression up o" th" steawm." Truly, a nice "derangement of epitaphs."
The same, speaking of Lord Roberts" generalship in outflanking the Boer armies, remarked, "Ay, he"s a surprising mon, for sure, is General Roberts, an" he does it o" wi" his clever tictacs."
And again: "Aw n.o.bbut wish he could get how"d o" owd Krooger, and send him to keep Cronje company at St Helens."
A confusion of ideas sometimes extends to other subjects. Another simple friend of mine, relating the treatment he had been subjected to by a ferocious tramp in a lonely neighbourhood, declared that the would-be highwayman "Clapped a pistol to mi bally, and swore he"d blow mi brains out if aw didn"t hand over mi money!" Possibly the thief knew better where his brains lay than my friend did himself.
An equally ludicrous confusion of ideas is shown in the next example.
Owd Pooter, the odd man who tidied up the stable yard and pottered about the garden, was troubled with a neighbour"s hens getting into the meadow and treading down the young gra.s.s. So, speaking to his master one day, he said,
"Maister, I durn"t know what we maun do if thoose hens are to keep comin" scratt, scrattin" i" th" meadow when they liken; we"st ha"e no gra.s.s woth mentionin."
"Put a notice up," suggested his employer.
"Put a notice up!" responded Pooter, looking as wise as a barn owl.
"Eh! maister, if aw _did_ put a notice up there isn"t one hen in a hundred as could read it!"
Another hen story is worth relating. A poultry farmer calling on a grocer one day was told by the latter that he must be prepared to give him more than fourteen eggs for a shilling. "The grocers have had a meeting," said his customer, "and they have come to the conclusion that there must be at least sixteen eggs for a shilling." The poultry farmer listened but said nothing. Next time he called he counted out his eggs--sixteen for a shilling--but they were all very small--pullet eggs in fact.
"h.e.l.lo! what does this mean? How comes it that your eggs are so small?" asked the grocer.
"Well, yo see," was the reply, "th" hens have had a meetin" and they have coom to th" conclusion that they connot lay ony bigger than thur at sixteen for a shillin!" Evidently the shrewd farmer had profited by the knowledge that the animal creation, as aesop has taught us, can hold converse and come to as sensible decisions as their betters.
The same owd Pooter, already mentioned, being much out of sorts, consulted the doctor on his state of health, who, after hearing his story and making the necessary examination of the patient, recommended him to eat plentifully of _animal food_. Pooter, looking somewhat askance, said he would do his best to follow the doctor"s advice, but he feared his "grinders wur noan o" th" best for food o" that mak."
"Try it for a week," said the doctor, "and then call and see me again." At the expiration of a week Pooter repeated the visit. "Have you done what I recommended?" asked the physician. "Aw"ve done mi best," replied Pooter, "aw have for sure, an" as lung as aw stuck to th" oats an" beans, aw geet on meterley; but aw wur gradely lickt when aw coom to th" choppins!" Pooter"s idea of "animal food" was the horse"s diet of oats, beans and choppings.
Among the ridiculous stories that are told, are the three following, which are more imaginative than true in their details. The fact of their invention, however, is a proof that the author possessed a considerable share of happy humour. The old fellow who went to _see_ "Elijah," the Oratorio of that name, on being asked if he had seen the prophet, replied: "Yea, aw did." "Well, what was he like?" "Wha, he stood theer at th" back o" th" crowd up o" th" platform, an" he kept rubbin a stick across his bally, an" he groant, and groant--yo could yer "im all o"er th" place!" He took the double-ba.s.s "cello-player to be Elijah.
The Wardens of the church at Belmont determined to move the structure a few yards to make room for a gravel path, so, laying their coats on the ground to mark the exact distance, they went round to the opposite side and pushed with all their might. Whilst they were thus engaged a thief stole the coats. Coming back again to observe the effect of their exertions, and being unable to find their stolen garments, "Devilskins!" they exclaimed, "we have pushed too far!"
Mother, to her hopeful son standing at the door one night:
"Come in an" shut th" door, John, what ar"t doin" theer?"
"Aw"m lookin" at th" moon."
"Lookin" at th" moon! Come in aw tell thae, an" let th" moon alone."
"Who"s touching th" moon?"
The Munic.i.p.al Authorities of a Lancashire town, in laying out a public park which had been presented by a wealthy citizen, added to its other attractions a large ornamental lake, formed by damming up a stream that ran through the grounds. One of the park committee, in the course of a speech extolling the beauty of the lake, suggested that they might put a gondola upon it. Another of his confreres on the Council, thinking that a swan or other aquatic fowl was meant, responded: "What"s th" use o" having only one gondola? let"s ha" two and then they con breed."
As likely as not this was a stroke of wit rather than a blunder.
In Lancashire, as is well known, there are hosts of what are popularly designated "Co-op. Mills"--cotton factories worked on the joint stock principle--and many of the mill-hands hold shares, more or less. The manager of one of these one day encountered a mill-hand "larking" on the stairs instead of attending to his work, and giving him a kick behind ordered him off to his room. The culprit turned round, and, rubbing the affected part, faced the manager with the expostulation, half comic, half serious: "Keep thi foot to thi sel" and mind what tha"rt doing; dos"t know "at aw"m one o" thy maisters?"
He held a five-pound share or two in the concern.
A praiseworthy devotion to their employer"s interests is a marked feature in many of our Lancashire working-men; and this devotion is all the more valuable when accompanied with intelligent observation and the quality of saying the right thing at the right moment. My next story exemplifies this in a striking degree.
Jim Shackleton, better known by the nickname of "Jamie-go-deeper," was a st.u.r.dy Lancashire ganger, honest and shrewd as they make "em, a hard and steady worker--faithful and staunch and true to his employers. In his younger days Jim had wielded the pick and spade and trundled the wheel-barrow, but at the time of which I speak he was the boss or ganger over a regiment of navvies. He used to speak of puddle and clay and earthwork as though he loved them.
Jim was employed on the Manchester Ship Ca.n.a.l when it was in course of construction--down below Latchford Locks. The Company, as is well known, had in several places to trench on private property, which had to be purchased from the owners either by agreement or on arbitration terms, and some of the owners, not over-scrupulous, valued their lands at fabulous sums, on account, as was a.s.serted, of their prospective value, as being favourably situated for building purposes, or because, as was alleged, of the valuable minerals in the ground. One such claim was being contested and there were the usual arbitrators, umpire and counsel, with a host of expert valuers on each side. The owner in this instance claimed that there was a valuable seam of coal underneath, and he had set men to make borings on the pretence of finding it.
Jim, who was employed, as I have said, by the Ca.n.a.l Company, had been subpoenaed by the owner of the land in question with a view of making him declare that he had seen this boring for coal going on in a field which he had to cross daily in going to and coming from his lodgings in the neighbourhood. Counsel is questioning Jim after being sworn:
"Your name is James Shackleton?"
"For onything aw know it is," replied Jim.