human
It may be sae wi' the meal, he replied, coolly,
gpt
You must write my epitaph if you survive me.
human
I will do that, said Mr. Brisbane;
gpt
Here lies, interred beneath this sod, That sycophantish man of God, Who taught an easy way to heaven, Which to the rich was always given; If he get in, he'll look and stare To find some out that he put there.
human
Dull town, this. Any amusements, Boots?
gpt
Yes, sir, please, sir; Musical Conversazione over the way at the Shire Hall, sir. Half-a-crown admission, sir. Very nice, sir.
human
Ah, nice music, I dare say; I don't care for such things. Is there nothing else, Boots?
gpt
Yes, sir, please, sir; Popular Entertainment at Corn Exchange, admission one penny; gentlemen pay sixpence to front seats, sir, if they please, sir.
human
Intensely vulgar! Are there no other amusements in this confoundedly dull town?
gpt
Yes, sir, please sir; railway station at each end of the town--walk down and see the trains come in.