If our poor Wal'r was here, my Lady Lassor if he could befor he's drowned, a'n't he?As I was saying, if he could be here, he'd beg and pray of you, my precious, to pick a leetle bit, with a look-out for your own sweet health.

Would here the curious eye expect to meet Aught precious in the sands beneath his feet, Ores, gems, or crystals, fitting for the case, No spot affords so poor, so drear a place.