38 J. COLE.

‘old of yer. I shan’t forget how he ketched
*old of my leg that day and knocked me over ;
so you'd better take care, and not go nigher
than you can ’elp. He’s always a-lookin’ out
to ketch yer, but he won’t ’ave me no more,
I can tell him.”

This fall of Joe’s made him still more ner-
vous of waiting at table, and at last, when he
had made some very serious mistakes, I had
to speak to him and tell him I was afraid, if
he did not soon learn to wait better, I must
send him away, for his master was annoyed
at the mistakes he made, such as pouring port
instead of sherry, giving cold plates when hot
ones were required, handing dishes on the
wrong side, etc.

My little lecture was listened to quietly and
humbly, and Joe had turned to go away,
when, to my surprise and distress, he sud-
denly burst into a perfect passion of tears
and sobs.

“J will try and learn myself,’’ he said, as
well as his sobs would let him, “indeed, I
will. I know I’m stoopid. I sez to myself
every time company comes, ‘Tl mind wot I’m