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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

see such a man,' said Mrs. Dewy, with the severity justifiable in a long-tried companion, giving him another turn round, and picking several of Smiler's hairs from the shoulder of his coat. Reuben's thoughts seemed engaged elsewhere, and he yawned. 'And the collar of your coat is a shame to behold—so plastered with dirt, or dust, or grease, or something. Why, wherever could you have got it?'

''Tis my warm nater in summer-time, suppose. I always did get in such a heat when I bustle about.'

'Ay, the Dewys always were such a coarse-skinned family. There's your brother Bob—as fat as a porpoise—just as bad; wi' his low, mean, "How'st do, Ann?" whenever he meets me. I'd "How'st do" him, indeed! If the sun only shines out a minute, there be you all streaming in the face—I never see!'

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