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...precautions adopted by our pigmy hero are seldom omitted at bed-time. THE UNBURIED LEGS. I know not how the truth may be, I say the tale as 'twas said to me. Scott* THE UNBURIED LEGS. IN the cool grey of a fine Sunday morning in the month of June, Shoresha...

...the blast; And through tin? cloister-|;allerit-s small, Which at mid-height thread the ehaucel »all, Loud sobs and laughter louder, ran. And voices unlike the voice of тал ; As if the tiends kept holiday, Because these spelts were brought to day. ! cannot tell how...

...laughter, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man : As if the fiends kept holiday, Because their spoils were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as 'twas said to me. Lay of the Last Minstrel. THE court removed to Perth in splendid array, anticipating the usual rejoicings...

...cloister galleries small, Which at mid-night thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and louder laughter ran, And voices unlike the voice of man : As if the fiends kept holiday, Because their spoils were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 'twas said...

...on the blast; And through the cloister-galleries small. Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the 6cnds kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to d.iy. I cannot tell how the truth may be;...

...portrait taken ; and the next time you honour me with your company, I will have it taken, sir." But— " I cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 'twas said to me." Mr. Lowndes never looks so comfortable as on his old chesnut mare : she never makes a mistake, is a...

...he would drown the country." The following story, I heard from an inhabitant of Carmarthen : — " I cannot tell how the truth may be, I say the tale as 'twas said to me." It was lale one evening, in the times of fairies and ghosts, before you, gentle reader, or I had seen...