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he would be in a cellar at 5 pints, wid oie Hays arter him~ (groans) 0hZ ni~erS~ I tink I see you look round. Yer‘s betterZ Fer wot I tells yer‘s trufeZ Gorda inity‘s trufeZ Werrily I say unter yer~ Wen de court ob se~Thions ob do las day cum, ye‘11 reckorleot wot I say at dis tirnosZ Wen yer hab de Lord for Recorder, an a jury oh angles, an Gabriel ter report der trial fer de hobbehly “Herald“ (deep groans) YasZ den yer‘il turn up de wite ob yer eyes~ (Sighs) den ter‘il call fer de rock ter cubber yer~ An de hill ter fall top o‘ yer. No yer don‘t. Rase, in de fus place day woodntt do it; an in de lihenth place, ub day would it would be no bettor dan ridin in a cart in de i~ig city or getth~ under do butcher‘s stall in do fly market; fer de Lord can move more mountins in wun minite, dan de biggest nigger in dis congregation could shake a stick at twixt now an next Port ob July (clapping of hands, sighs, groans and grunts) T~nk, yor ~)lack sinners ob de bottomless pit, deeper dan do hole Holt bored fer water. Oh~ yer‘ll wish yo cood bore fer vrat~r dart hut day‘s no water dar, an de deeper yer go, Oh, my bredren, de deeper it git~ An den de smeIlZ Yer‘ll giL yer soul uv yer had any left, jist fur wun smell ob a rotten eggZ Oh, my deolee franz some ob yer hold yer nose wen yer go by de gas works. How der yer spose yer‘l fool dare yer smell notin but brimstone an nashin ob toeth~ (deep groans) Oh, I hear yer groans, but I ant begin to ouxri~ ter worst yit. 0hZ my toenail a‘most shako off in ma stookin wen I tink ob dat heat ob infernal regins~ Den yer tiIik melted led cold as de young gemraan at de big houses tink a miny ~ulip is now, an besid‘s my brederen it keeps a burnin nite on day tö de end ob eberlastin; yor needn‘t tink b~neby yer go from dare to hebben like de Ruanrain Catljck.‘- No, in de fust place yer don‘t; an in de second if yer coed, yer‘d ~it yor def of colo goifi frun one place to tudder. An now, mu bobbLed brederen, lets in torwestigate how ter git bale; how‘ to avoid de Sing Sing ob de world wot‘s got to oume. Fiddli~ an dancin wont do it. Yer‘]j. neber git ter hebben by loafin, pitohin cents, an danoin