You 'ain't done nothin' with your singin' since you give up choir.

Arre ye sayin' mate, or is an angel singin'?" "Now I know that man's a Christian," soliloquised Potts.

He has that little shop, next dur; an' he keeps sellin' a bit o' toffy, an' then singin' a bit, an' then sellin' a bit moor toffy,an' he's as happy as a pig amung slutch.

I were singin', I don't go for to deny it, but it's sore 'earted I be, an' filled wi' gloom sir, notwithstanding.

A rain finally come on, with a good even-down pour, that washed in a little, and cooled my hot head; and after it passed by I heerd one whip-poor-will singin', so't I knew it was night.

Old Mister Laughter Old Mister Laughter Comes a-grinnin' down the way, Singin': "Never mind your troubles, For they'll surely pass away.

" Singin': "Laugh with me this mornin' An' be happy while you may.

o' them in rhymes, Or fit for poet's singin'.

"Singin'?" asked Riley Sinclair suddenly.

Shorty, we got more feelin' for our ears than to let you go on singin' an' showin' your ignerance.

But now the preachin' 's mushy and the singin' 's lost its fire: I 'd like ter hear old Parson Day, with Nathan leadin' choir.

Wen de niggers see how fine Mars Jeems gwine treat 'em, dey all tuk ter sweethea'tin' en juneseyin' en singin' en dancin', en eight er ten couples got married, en bimeby eve'ybody 'mence' ter say Mars Jeems McLean got a finer plantation, en slicker-lookin' niggers, en dat

He got ter gwine roun' talkin' ter hisse'f, en singin' corn-shuckin' songs, en laffin' fit ter kill 'bout nuffin.

but I've got the asthmy and ain't got much wind fur singin'.

I'm no writin' a book so much as I'm sittin' doon wi' ye all for a chat, as I micht do gi'en you came into my dressing room some nicht when I was singin' in your toon.

The singin' gatherin'.

Mockin'-bird was singin' fine, Jump back, honey, jump back.

I have hyeahd o' lots o' sermons, An' I've hyeahd o' lots o' prayers, An' I've listened to some singin' Dat has tuck me up de stairs Of de Glory-Lan' an' set me Jes' below de Mastah's th'one, An' have lef my hea't a-singin' In a happy aftah tone; But dem wu'ds so sweetly murmured Seem to tech de softes' spot, When my mammy says de blessin', An' de co'n pone's hot.

" "There's some cavalrymen at the stable, sir; we heard 'em singin' out there.

Had fiddlin', an' all would jine in singin' songs, lak, "Run nigger run, pattyrollers ketch you, run nigger run, it's breakin' days."

I'd hear'd de Niggers sing it an' I didn' know dey was a-singin' in dey sleeves.

"One song I 'member mammy singin': [HW: Song] 'Let me nigh, by my cry, Give me Jesus.

I never larnt much, but then I had plenty of edication; I went to school every winter hand-runnin' tell I was twenty-two, and went to singin' every Sunday arternoon.

" "Oh, I could hab prayin' and singin'.

And then I'd talk about dedicatin' the biggest buildin' in the world, singin' hims on the biggest organ and lettin' a few men into the back doorI wouldn't feel so big about it if I wuz you.