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THE LITTLE ORPHANAGE.

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in course of time, the force of their teacher's argu- Rosy, the joy experienced is in proportion to the ments when she represents that it must be spar- previous sense of want. ingly used, as is proved by the following conversa- When the frocks and jackets are cut out, and tion, which takes place at the dinner-table one day the seams arranged for the children, Miss Grant about two years after Effie's death.

refreshes herself and her pupils by reading aloud “Oh, Miss Grant, exclaims Rachel, “I saw Mary while they sew. Happily, there is no difference Welsh playing in the gutter, and she was so dirty! of opinion between her and them respecting books. I don't believe her hair has ever been washed, yet She is particularly fond of Cinderella, Beauty and she had a worked petticoat on that might have the Beast, and Puss in Boots, while the orphans done for one of the Queen's children. I thought it are delighted with The ou 'Curiosity Shop, and quite ugly on her.'

Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome. Shakspeare, too, 'I saw the sweep's little boy yesterday rolling they consider charming, Susan being greatly pleased about in the mud,' remarks Susan, and he had a with the witches in Macbeth, whose words she is torn pinafore, and great big holes in his stockings, never tired of repeating ; while all think the story lut he had worked drawers on-quite broad the of little Arthur in King John the most pathetic trimming was. It must have been dear.'

tale they have ever heard. For a time, the "Very near all the fisher-girls has worked trim- recitation of this piece is a favourite amusement. ming on their Sabbath-day petticoats. They think It is rehearsed in the scullery, while the children it makes them ladies, remarks Teenie ; and I are brushing their boots—Rachel is heard repeating thought that myself before I came to the Orphan- as she washes the door-step; Polly is excellent as aze.?

the little prince, and Susan makes a very good The children are dining off a magnificent piece Hubert. There are little rhymes from Shakspeare, of codfish, a favourite, and, in this fishing-town, by too, of which the “bairns' are fond, such as : no means an expensive dinner, and although some care is required to avoid choking on the small

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,

And merrily hent the stile a ; bones, the girls are not disposed to concentrate

A merry heart goes all the way, their attention upon their plates, but are quite

Your sad tires in a mile aready to discuss with animation the subject Rachel has introduced.

a verse the repetition of which is found an un*I aye thought it was bonny dress made ladies, failing help when, after some long ramble, Miss before I came to the Orphanage,' says Rosy, who, Grant and her family find themselves farther from besides being a most graceful little creature and a home at nightfall than they could desire to be. A

Teat favourite with every one, is also very shrewd ; favourite poem in the Orphanage is Gerald Massey's ‘and I'm sure the fisher-girls think that. They have Poor Little Willie, touching verses descriptive of the never heard that it's politeness and gentleness death of a workhouse child. Polly and Teenie are makes ladies. I don't think there's many people to be heard reciting this before they are out of bed knows it.'

in the morning, and Rachel expresses much interest My grandmother doesn't,' remarks Teenie. in the author, and looks in every magazine which

"The word lady is not significant,' observes Miss comes into the house for some other verses from the Grant; “gentleman, on the other hand, has a same pen. She is also delighted with Sir Walter meaning which all ca see. It is quite evident that Scott, and, of her own accord, commits to memory good clothes cannot make a gentleman.'

the introduction to the Lay of the Last Minstrel. An absolute advantage derived from this eleemosy- It is an interesting fact to the orphans that Scott nary method of dressing the children is, that their and Macaulay obtained their titles for success in clothes are not too easily obtained. The orphans literature. have no opportunity of lamenting, as Effie had 'Indeed,' remarks Rachel, 'I think it a much learned to do in her frugal home, that butcher's wiser thing to make a man a lord for writing nice meat cannot be bought without bone, and that books than for fighting battles. I wish the Queen soap is dear. Food, lodging, education, and medical had made Dickens a baronet.' attendance are obtained without the slightest diffi- Do you know, Miss Grant,' says Rosy, 'I think culty. They see no toil-weary father, no thrifty it quite natural Macaulay was made a lord, his anxious mother, by whose joint exertions the poems are so grand. He is grander than Dickens.' children have food to eat, and clothes to wear, Oh, Rosy! Dickens is delightful !'observes thus losing, it may be, some useful lessons. In this Rachel. matter of raiment, however, there is no unfailing, * Rachel, I didn't say he wasn't delightful ; I unlimited supply. Kitty's everyday frock is shabby, only said he wasn't so grand as Macaulay,' argues and it is quite uncertain when she may get another; Rosy in a tone of injury. Rosy needs a jacket, and there is no money to buy • I wish the Queen had given Catherine Sinclair one ; for, though Miss Grant might make these a title,' says Susan. 'I wonder if she has read Tants known, she considers it better to teach the Holiday House.' children that it is more honourable to be willing to The rain falls in torrents, and lessons being over auffer some privation, than to ask from one whose for the day, the younger children play at hide-andkindness has already been very great. Moved by seek indoors, while Miss Grant is busy at needlethis consideration, Rosy declares that she is quite work in the parlour. Rachel and Susan are in the willing to wear her old jacket for some time yet; kitchen washing dishes, and cleaning knives and and when, a few days after this expression of con- saucepans with unparalleled activity, for Oliver tentment, a parcel arrives containing some old Twist is in the house, and Miss Grant has promised clothes, among which

there is a little girl's frock, to read it aloud as soon as the kitchen is made tidy. which a trifling alteration will render suitable for Now the hearth is swept, the stove is brightly Kitty, and a piece of drab cloth, new and of excel- polished, and a chair is set for Miss Grant near the lent quality, that will make a beautiful jacket for fire, for though it is summer, the day is cold.

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Then Rachel-her broad cheeks as red as peony- The 'bairns' have a great deal to say to each other roses with the great exertions she has been making during the meal, and as talking is said to be good to have her work soon done, and with the severe for digestion, Miss Grant permits them to chatter washing and hard towelling she has afterwards as they will. Supper over, the children learn their given her face, to remove the traces of her labour- lessons for the next day, and are thus occupied till takes her knitting, and sits down close to Miss it is time to go to bed. Some then go up to the Grant. On the other side of the matron sits Rosy, dormitory, two retire to rest in a bedroom on the with her beautiful eyes and brown curls. She is ground-floor, and Rosy, who sleeps with Miss seated on one of the tall, antique chairs, glad to Grant, sinks into slumber in a small but wellbe still and quiet now, as all are, for they have furnished apartment at the back of the house. been tearing up and down stairs at hide-and-seek ‘Oh, Miss Grant, please look at your watch!? for the last hour. Surely Oliver Twist was written cries Rachel, when left alone with her teacher; for the Orphanage children. Why, Polly has lived and let me know exactly what time it is, for I in a workhouse ; Kitty has come all the way from believe this clock is fast. It can't be a quarter to London to escape one; Rosy and Teenie have been nine already. I am sure I hope it isn't, for I love parochial children ; and this very day, as every one this little English history, and I want to have a knows, Miss Grant has received a letter from a lady good while to read it before I go to bed. intimating that next day a little girl will arrive at 'I haven't my watch on,' returns Miss Grant; it the Orphanage, who is at present in a workhouse in is on my dressing-table; you may go and look at it.' Edinburgh. How they laugh at Mr Bumble ! How Rachel hastily goes to the little back bedroom, truly they sympathise with little Oliver !

and brings back the information that it is exactly Oh, read that over again, Miss Grant, cries half-past eight, congratulating herself on having Rachel. "Get up and shew us how Mr Bumble quite an hour and a half to read. In the matter of would take off his hat and sit down on his chair.' pronunciation, Rachel is decidedly careless, but

He's an awful funny man !' exclaims Teenie ; with regard to the subject treated of, no one could while it is a matter of regret with all that the only read with more attention and interest. At length beadle they know—the man who takes the clergy- the house is still ; Rachel sleeps in the dormitory man’s Bible up to the pulpit on Sunday—is a meek- with her companions ; and Miss Grant sits alone, tempered gardener, who never wears a cocked-hat, musing with happy feelings on her little family of nor any other badge of office. All are deeply in- waifs, wishing that small Orphanages were more terested in the tale, when Susan, who is seated at common, and thinking that if solitary old maids the window, states that Polly's father is at the gate. could but know how sweet it is to have the affecThe rain has now ceased, and Polly is permitted to tion of these destitute little ones, they would let go out to speak to the pedler, and to take a walk fashion, society, and conventionality go to the with him if he desires her to do so. About an hour winds, and become happy mothers to loving after she returns with a quantity of sweetmeats for orphans. It is now, however, time for Miss Grant her companions, and a very tiny penknife for Miss also to retire to rest ; and, passing through the Grant.

parlour, she goes into the room where Rosy slum"It's out o' my father's pack,' she explains with bers. She carries no candle, for there are matches regard to the penknife; 'an' he would have given on her bedroom mantel-piece with which to light me anything I liked to take. He offered me a pair the gas. Before doing so, however, she pulls up of be-autiful gold earrings to give you ; but I told the blind, to see what sort of night it is, when, him you didn't wear earrings, and he was very to her great alarm, she perceives a man at the sorry he hadn't a brooch good enough for you. He window, who has evidently just that moment had nothing but penny ones, but he's going to drawn back, for he is standing pressed against the bring you a grand one when he goes to Cupar wall. In her alarm she cries out that there is market. He had lots o' thimbles, but they were some one there. Rosy, who has awaked, screams all brass, and he said he couldn't give you any- with terror; and Miss Grant, having put the bolt thing but a silver one. So there was nothing I in the window, carries the child up-stairs, where could bring you but this knife.'

her noise rouses Polly, Kitty, and the others. All You have done very wisely, Polly, dear. I am are much alarmed by the occurrence. Polly offers glad you did not bring me earrings. You must to sleep with Miss Grant instead of Rosy, who, tell your father not on any account to buy me a still in a panic, is lying in the arms of her devoted brooch,' says Miss Grant.

friend Rachel ; and the matron returns, somewhat Polly looks disappointed ; and Rachel, who is nervously, to her room, accompanied by the brave making the porridge for supper, seems much dis- and affectionate Polly. It is long before the insatisfied with what appears an uncalled-for act of mates of the Orphanage forget their fears in sleep; self-denial on the part of her teacher.

and when they awake next morning, it is with a 'I told my father I had got a new hat, and he vivid recollection of the disturbance of the previous said you were too kind to me; and I took him night. As soon as they are dressed, the children into the garden to see my rose-bush, and I shewed run into the garden, to look for any traces there him the hop growing on the wall,' and told him may be of the nocturnal visitor, and find footsteps people made beer with hops. He knew it, he said, close to the window. but never saw one growing before.'

“Yes, Miss Grant, observes Rachel ; "and I put Supper is now quite ready, and a pleasant odour my feet in the marks, and I couldn't stand without comes from the oatmeal porridge. At the upper leaning forward to the window, so he must have end of the table is Miss Grant's tea-tray, upon been trying to get into the house. Oh! what if he which there are cups and saucers for three, for had got in!' Rosy and Teenie are delicate, and unable to digest There is, however, no time to discuss the matter, the porridge which the more robust children eat so for Jessie Scott, the little girl from the Edinburgh heartily, and upon which they thrive so well. workhouse, is to arrive by steamer from Leith,

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and the orphans are all going to meet her. So abruptly, as if a sudden thought had flashed upon they go into the school-room immediately after her. The children loudly lament the loss, declarbreakfast, and after spending two hours at lessons, ing that the man at the window must have been they prepare for their walk, for the pier at which the thief; but they are told they must go at once Jessie is expected to arrive is a mile distant. Polly to meet the steamer; and as they are anxious to is ready before any of the others, and she comes see the new girl, they run away as fast as is combounding into the kitchen where Miss Grant is, to patible with safety to their dolls, most of which ask if she may run down and say good-bye to her are in a state of decrepitude, and unable to bear father, who intends to leave the town that day. the shock of hasty movement. The children have This request is granted, and Polly leaves the house no sooner left the house than Miss Grant goes in great haste, for she is afraid that if she does down to the policeman, to inform him of her loss. not very quickly return, her companions will not The man makes a few inquiries, the effect of which wait for her.

is to confirm a painful suspicion which has indeed It does not take the little girls long to put on already presented itself to her mind. their own jackets and hats, but it is some time * If you discover the thief, let me know before before the dolls—some of whom are very fine you do anything further,' says Miss Grant, and lalies—have their toilet completed. At length, returns to the Orphanage, where she is busily all are ready, and have just gone into the kitchen employed in domestic duties till the return of the to shew themselves to Miss Grant, when Polly children. Polly and Rosy have run on before, and enters the house, exclaiming, in a tone of dis- are the first to arrive. appointment: 'My father's away. He left last Miss Grant, she has come !' they exclaim as they night, and he told me he wasn't going till to-day! bound into the house. “And she is eight years' old, *He has changed his promise, Polly, suggests and not much bigger than Rosy, continues Polly; Teenie, daintily arranging her doll's hat and cloak. and I don't think she is very sorry because her * People may change their promise without telling brother’s dead, for she was laughing as we came a lie.

along. A pretty sight is Rosy and her baby—a three- * And have you had a nice walk, Polly dear?' penny doll

, dressed by Miss Grant in a long white Miss Grant asks in a tone in which there is, perrobe, a black velvet hood, and a blue square. It haps, something of compassion as she takes off the is supposed to be an infant of a few days old, and little girl's hat, and gently smoothes back her hair. on this little one, Rosy lavishes a world of mater- 'Jessie has crape on her hat,' remarks Rosy, pal tenderness. Close beside her stands Rachel, “and boots on, but no stockings ; and she likes my laughing with delight, for she is devoted to Rosy, doll the best, and so I gave it to her to carry.' who is certainly a most engaging child, and The children, as the reader may have observed, watches her every movement with feelings of do not now express themselves in the broad Scotch liveliest admiration.

dialect in which they spoke when they first came I have something curious to tell you, children,' to the Orphanage—a change of speech which gives remarks Miss Grant. • This little girl you are great offence in the town, where any attempt to going to meet has lost a little brother only a few speak the English language is supposed to savour days ago. His name was Willie, and he died in of pride. The other bairns' now arrive, leading the workhouse.

the little stranger in a kind of triumphal procession. * How strange!' exclaims Susan. “Just like Jessie is a very pretty child, but certainly small Gerald Massey's poem.?

for eight years. Would Jessie Scott's little brother have

"She has been telling us about the workhouse, Worlds of wisdom in his looks,

Miss Grant,' exclaims Kitty, after Jessie has been And quaint quiet smiles ?'

kindly welcomed by the matron; and do you know

she used to scrub floors ? Isn't she a very little asks Rosy, looking up in her teacher's face. thing to be doing that ?'

Perhaps he had. I think, however, we must "Oh, but oor Maggie scrubbit, an' she's only six,' not repeat Poor Little Willie in Jessie's presence,' remarks Jessie cheerily. It appears upon inquiry observes Miss Grant.

that 'oor Maggie' is a sister who has been removed Meanwhile, the active, practical Rachel, con- from the workhouse, and is boarded at a farmcerned lest they should be too late of setting forth, house. It must be admitted that, for a new cries out that the clock has stopped. This is no orphan, Jessie is particularly clean, though her unfrequent occurrence, for the article is a present, clothes are very shabby, being those, she explains, and a cheap one.

which she wore when she went to the workhouse, Oh, please look your watch, Miss Grant,' begs and which were changed for a uniform during her Rachel.” “What will Jessie do, if we are not in stay there. So Miss Grant hastens to look out time to meet her ?'

some fitting attire for Jessie ; Rachel lays the cloth The matron hastens to her bedroom ; but her for dinner; and the younger children take their watch is not on her dressing-table-a piece of new companion into the schoolroom, then up-stairs furniture, by the way, which stands in the window to shew her the dormitory, and finally conduct recess-and, upon reflection, she remembers that her into the garden. The baims' have not been she has not had it in her hand that day.

all this time without expressing concern about the 'I can't find my watch, Rachel, oberves Miss loss of the watch

; but Miss Grant has, with some Grant on returning to the kitchen. “You had it in firmness, forbidden all talk upon the subject

. Four hands last night at half-past eight. What The following day is Teenie's birthday, and did you do with it?'

there is a holiday in honour of the occasion, and *I left it on the dressing-table. I didn't lift it a picnic at the braes’-grassy slopes facing the at all , indeed I only looked at it.'

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comes with invigorating influence, and all nature of the fact that people may be very fond of singing looks gay in the bright sunshine. In this part of hymns without being at all imbued with the the country the fields are without hedge or fence excellent sentiments they express. of any kind, so the children brush past the wav- Children, you should love each other, ing grain as they walk along the foot-path, and sings Kitty. make nosegays of the poppies which grow among

Kitty, will you lend me your doll ?' says the corn. When they reach the braes,' the Teenie. German Ocean lies stretched out before them, the

And be always kind and true,' Bass Rock rises grandly out of the sea, while to the left lies the Isle of May, resting peacefully on the sings Kitty. bosom of the deep. It is a fair scene, but the

• Kitty, will you lend me your doll ?' orphans are not yet old enough to appreciate it;

*You should always do to others,' dearer to them by far is a pool in the rocks, two ‘Kitty, will you lend me your doll ?' feet square by three long, where they can dabble for * As you'd have them do to you.' crabs, sea anemones, and other treasures. So Miss

Kitty, will you lend me your doll ?' Grant sits down on the grass beside the basket of "Teenie, don't you hear I'm singing Children, provisions, to read a she has brought with you should love each other, you tiresome interrupting her, while the children play on the beach. girl! No; I won't lend you my doll, and I'll take

Án hour has passed by, and anid the noise of back the Bible I gave you for a birthday present, the waves breaking on the rocks, Miss Grant has says Kitty crossly. Miss Grant smiles, Polly looks not perceived the sound of approaching footsteps. amused, and immediately after, she helps her Looking up, she sees close beside her the pedler teacher with some alacrity to lay the cloth on and the policeman.

the grass for dinner, to uncork the bottles, and “I have captured the thief, ma'am, with your pour the milk-such milk as London children watch upon him,' observes the latter. A wail of have no conception of, it is so rich and creamy distress close beside her makes Miss Grant look into the mugs. round. It is the affectionate Polly, who, having It is time now to close this little sketch, which seen her father approach, has run up to speak to is, the writer is painfully aware, a most imperfect him, and only reaches the spot in time to hear the The children have not been done justice policeman's words. The poor child's tears flow to, for a volume would scarcely suffice to tell fast ; and Miss Grant, forgetting everything at the their thoughtful sayings, and noble, unselfish affecmoment but Polly's sorrow, takes the bairn' in tion. Let no one suppose that the children of her arms.

depraved parents are necessarily deficient in mental “O dear, o dear! I never thought my father power or moral feeling. With one exception, Kitty, would have done it,' sobs Polly. Miss Grant kisses the defects observable in the orphans are rather the unhappy little girl, whom she bids sit down on the result of early education than of any special the grass ; and then, taking the pedler aside, she depravity of disposition. On the contrary, did tells him it is not her intention to prosecute him, space permit, many instances might be given partly on Polly's account, and partly on his own, wherein these rescued waifs display more intelliremarking that it is her wish to spare the child the gence, good feeling, and even refinement, than is at pain and disgrace of a father's imprisonment. She all general among the children of educated people. also tells him that with regard to himself she is unable to believe he could witness his daughter's distress unmoved, reminds him that as Polly grows

THE SONG SHE SANG. older, her love of what is right, and hate of what is wrong, will, it is to be hoped, increase, and that

Suie sang it, sitting on a stile, if he (the father) would retain his child's affec

One evening of a summer's day; tion, he must endeavour to deserve it. To all this

Beside her, at her feet, the while, Smith listens quietly, and with his eyes on the

Half-hid in grass and flowers, I lay. ground. I'm sure, ma'am, you are very merciful,

So calm and clear her soft voice rang, he says in the old whining tone, when she has

In unison with one dear bird, done speaking ; but Miss Grant, dreading any

That near her, on a tree-top, sang, insincere protestation, leaves him, and returns to

At time 'twas doubtful which I heard. the weeping daughter. The policeman, who has lingered near, speaks a few words, of warning it

And, lying there among the flowers, may be, to the pedler, who then goes away in the

I listened like to one who hears, opposite direction, and does not again visit the In murmurings of the passing hours, Orphanage. Miss Grant's heart is very sad, and

The mightier music of the years. Polly is not to be consoled ; but a few minutes

I listened, and the swelling notes, after, a little circumstance occurs which changes for the moment the character of their emotion.

Borne far on dewy breezes bland,

Seemed taken up by seraph throats, Up till this moment the other children have been

And chorused by a heavenly band. playing behind some shelving rocks, and have happily escaped all knowledge of what has trans

Now she is gone ; yet that sweet strain, pired. Now, however, Kitty, who is not a favourite

Still gathering charms unknown before, with her companions, wanders away from them,

Will make a music in the brain, and taking a seat on the grass, not far from Miss

And haunt my heart for evermore. Grant and Polly, proceeds to sing a ditty which is at the time popular in the Orphanage. Presently Printed and Published by W. & R. CHAMBERS, 47 Pater Teenie comes up and asks the singer for the loan

noster Row, London, and 339 High Street, EDINBURGH. of her doll, when an amusing illustration is afforded Also sold by all Booksellers.

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bouring highways, and taken refuge in one of the MY NEIGHBOU R.

confined quadrangles of Cursitor's Inn, there you It was, I think, Dr Johnson who pronounced that found peace at anyrate ; unkempt, unpicturesque,

Ι none should write the life of a man but those who prison-like in its restrictions and seclusion, yet had eaten, drunk, and lived in social intercourse certainly peace. The costermonger was denied with him. Now, I never did so much as this, or admission, the cries of itinerant dealers were foranything like so much, in regard to my neighbour. bidden, the street musician was silenced. As to But then it is not of his life that I purpose to these matters, the ordinances of Cursitor's Inn were write, but rather of his death, and certain events peremptory. that happened thereupon.

Let it be added that the Inn was a parish in There was but a party-wall

, a few inches thick, itself, and governed by its own beadle; that it dividing between us; and yet we were absolute contained a few blighted trees, and a plot or two strangers, knowing nothing of each other's method of withered grass ; that it possessed a diminutive of existence. London is a bad place,' wrote chapel, in which, at intervals no one knew, and Joseph Andrews to Pamela ; 'and there is so little no one cared exactly when—a mildewed chaplain, good-fellowship that the next-door neighbours don't in a crumpled surplice, read a hazy version of the know one another. It was so with my neighbour liturgy, or, in a rusty cassock, muttered through a and myself.

brief and perfunctory sermon, the congregation the We were both tenants of chambers in an Inn of while being of an almost impalpable kind; and Court-let it be called Cursitor's Inn. It was a that it boasted a hall of its own. This was a curious, out-of-date, out-of-the-world sort of pre- dusky, dilapidated edifice, crowned by a lantern cinct, carrying on an exclusive and detached and weathercock; and adorned over its chief door, career, with vested interests, traditions, manners, upon a side of the building which seemed to be and customs of its own. It resembled one of those always in the shade, with a sun-dial of enormous inferior fortresses to be read of in history, which, scale, and the motto, underwritten in dim gold overlooked or 'turned' by an invading enemy, letters, of Tempori parendum. The interior was Temain uncapitulated, and persevere in a defiant feebly lighted by foggy stained-glass windows, attitude—their guns loaded, the sentinels wakeful decked with the crests and coats of arms of numerand alert, the inhabitants much straitened—long ous forgotten worthies—presumably, in times long after the war which menaced them has altogether past, cursitors, or functionaries of some such vague passed away, and peace has once more been quality, and in that way involved in historical securely re-established throughout the land. It connection with the Inn. This hall, with whatwas as a poor relation of the rich and famous Inns, ever object it may have been founded originally, claiming kindred with the courts of law and equity, was now mainly used upon audit-days, when the bat scarcely having its claim allowed; for its treasurer of the Inn sat in a kind of state to greet pedigree was in a sadly tattered condition, and its such tenants as were prepared, after due notice, to title-deeds were imperfect. Lawyers inhabited it pay quarterly instalments of their respective rents. no more. Its grimy and decayed buildings were it was one of the traditions of Cursitor's Inn let to any who chose to occupy them—to any who that on these occasions the disbursing tenant would pay a sufficiently high rent for the privilege should be regaled with a glass of nutty sherry and of dwelling in murky, sordid, worm-eaten premises, a slice of clammy plum-cake. Further, it was inconvenient, unwholesome, and barbaric in all required of him that he should shake hands with their arrangements, and possessed of but one re- the treasurer. These ceremonies duly accomcommendation-their exceeding quiet. When once plished, his liabilities and duties were over ; the you had escaped from the uproar of the neigh-Thall remained unoccupied, and no further tidings

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