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
