good cess

Güde cess tü his sawl, poor blid! He hadden much ov thease world's güdes yer. He died game, 'e did, arter awl!

"It be nawbody," said John, "vor us to make a fush about. Belong to t'other zide o' the moor, and come staling shape to our zide. Red Jem Hannaford his name. Thank God for him to be hanged, lad; and good cess to his soul, for craikin' zo."