Wieland, the German novelist, must have been a without circumlocution, « Rachel, the Lor! sublime lover. He was perfectly convinced that sent me to marry thee !” when the girl 2007 love is born with the first sigh, and expires in a cer- with equal promptitude and devoutness, tain degree with the first kiss. Zimmermann asked Lord's will be done!” the young lady to whom he was attached, when it Once I had the charge of a four-year old 5. was that Wieland saluted her for the first time to whom I chattered, as women who love can “ Wieland," replied the amiable girl, “ did not kiss are wont to do, of all things that came into my my hand for the first four years of our acquaint- mind, grave or gay, fun or earnest, fairy ta's ance !” Of the same transcendental order must Bible histories. One afternoon the fancy seizmi have been that Puritan divine who, after a betroth- to teach him the following stanzas, which bele al of seven years, asked a blessing and returned by heart, with that profound gravity, almost 2 thanks over the first kiss, and was married shortly ing to gloom, so often shown by children:afterwards, it is added. These were betrothal “'T is good to be merry and wise ; kisses, it is true; but are there no experimental 'T is good to be honest and true; ones ? Down in innocent places in the country, 'Tis good to be off with the old love where it is rather rural than vulgar? The excite Before you are on with the new." ment of being kissed unexpectedly is great and rare, 1 “ O auntie!” cried the boy, when he had mesto for no man can take a girl by surprise twice, the it, " what a pretty verse! I should so like to memory of a first kiss lingering in her mind forever with my prayers !” I was too orthodox the afterwards. There is, let it be confessed frankly, a consent to that; but very often since I have thos certain kind of triumphant disquietude in having I might have done worse than teach him to la been kissed, a grazing of the skin of the conscience, ideas of honesty and truth in love with the bah:and a tiny sting left in it, which gives zest to the worship. The knight of the olden times : stolen caress; but still we say, with Gretchen, “No fidelity to God and his lady. Perfect truth be kissing; that is so vulgar!” would be perfect wisdom. Love only become: Teaching; the most subtle of all quiet attentions. business to women after they have made someb: Sitting side by side, with heads almost touching one discoveries ; until then it is little less than the phy another, bent above the same page ; leaves turned ion of life to them. Goethe, that prince of pher over by fingers that cannot help but meet some- derers, has given us a glimpse of the retribution's times ; words in a foreign language shyly echoed overtook him. “I had wounded," he said. * by the pupil, who only half knows their meaning ; most beautiful heart to its very depths, and the wilful mistakes made to lure the tutor into chidings, riod of a gloomy repentance, with the absence of 1 which need a hundred flatteries to unsay them; refreshing love to which I had grown accustose grave digressions to display the learning of the one was most agonizing, - nay, unsupportable.” 1 and the sweet reverence of the other. “Nothing conclude with some wise counsel from the same can conduce to a more beautiful union," says Sterne who gives so crafty a definition of * : Goethe. But after all, does it often conduce to quiet affections”: “Be open, be honest; gireros union ? There is one question which the teacher self for what you are; conceal nothing, varne alone can ask; the scholar, like a ghost, can only nothing; and if those weapons will not do, better speak when the spell of silence is broken, and nine not conquer at all, than conquer for a day: Tha times out of ten he goes away, leaving that one the dream is over, and we awake in the morning, question unasked. will ever be the same story: And it came to pass A maiden friend of mine, who has been wooed behold it was Leah!” eleven times, and knows a good deal about it, assures me that the only attentions to be taken notice of, and relied upon, are those that touch the pocket. BUMBLE VERSUS DICKENS. " When your Platonic friend," she says, " begins to In that philosophical work which has yet to offer gifts, costly according to his means, depend written on the subjeet of beadles, a chapter upon it the affair has become a business with him, doubtless be devoted to the class instincts of the as well as with you." "The American missionary, tribe, - to the tendency of gold lace to protect Judson, possessed a valuable watch, which he be- silver lace - of gold stick to support silver stick: stowed in succession before marriage upon each of curious and striking proof of this tendency has beco his three wives; when he offered it to the third shown to the public during the last week, in a 2 object of his affections, he stated that it had the ter which concerns London play-goers and the one desirable property of always returning to him, est novelist of the age. A version of Mr. Cha bringing the beloved wearer with it. Be sure the Dickens's story of Oliver Twist” was made bor ?! wise and prudent man would never have parted John Oxenford for the new Queen's Theatre with his watch, unless he had been firmly persuaded Long Acre, and submitted by Mr. Alfred that he was making a good investment, sale to bring the lessee of that theatre, to the Lord Chander bizn in larre and clear returns. When a costly for his approval, according to Act of Parl offering is laid upon the shrine, the offerer means The Lord Chamberlain's deputy beadle, Mr. Be worship Donne, the licenser of plars, had great Some men mach nced Sydney Smith's reminder whether the Lord High Beadle would appro of the Deluge, “ when a great alteration was made this drama. The parochial authorities had orja in the longevity of mankind. He should gaze at ed to it when it was performed a few years ago, Noah, and be brief." Of all women she is most to he, Mr. Bodham Donne, had told a Parliament be pitied who has a slow-paced suitor ; he is worse Committee that it was one of the plays he than a retrograding one. How admirable, how compelled to interdict for the preservation of prompt, how perfectly satisfactory was the conduct morality. The sublime official impudence of of another legendary Paritan, who rode up to the remarks has rarely been surpassed in the door of the house where dwelt the gir of his choice. / annals of Bambledom. The theatrical and having desired her to be called out to him, said, "asked for more," and the Lord High beau 1. approved ssed in the whole theatrical Oliver puty beadle was not only thunderstruck, but it compelled to stand by his order. Parochial FOREIGN NOTES. ambledom very naturally objected to Mr. Dick A NEW weekly journal entitled “Good Comis's powerful satire, and official Bumbledom, with pany," and a monthly magazine, “ The Oak," are .e sympathy of a kindred soul, immediately saw soon to be issued in London. le force of these objections. Self-preservation is le first law of official nature, and Bumbledom, if In attempting to manage three theatres, Mr. "Henry James Byron, the well-known dramatic auis not overburdened with brains, is very well proided with instinct. The Parochial Bumble is the thor, has come to financial grief. ictim to-day, but the Official Bumble may be the In announcing the death of Edward Jesse, the ictim to-morrow; for authors, newspaper writers, naturalist, the London Star says that the brute creand other members of the dangerous classes, have no tion has lost in him one of its greatest benefactors, espect for dignities. There would be few more and natural history one of its most enlightened and mpting subjects for literary. dissection than a observant students. censer of plays and his benchman. Both are uaint relics of the past ages, and have really no The Spectator thinks that Mr. Percy Fitzgerald's no “Life of David Garrick” is a very poor specimen of eason for existence at the present day. The notion f keeping a moralist on salary to decide upon the biographical writing. “On the whole,” says the critic, the fame of the actor will not be shaken by mount of good and evil he will permit in theatres as been ridiculed often enough, and we only trust this tribute to his memory !” hat the situation will be rendered so absurd by the The proprietors of Macmillan's Magazine have lunders of its present holders that they will be the issued a warning to all English newspapers that, if ast of their kind. It would be interesting to hear they reproduce the whole or a greater part of Mr. heir reasons in detail for their recent decision. If Tennyson's poem of Lucretius, it will be an infringehey are wise, they ought to imitate the masterly ment of copyright. The poem is presented to the naction of some other Court officials with ornamen-American reader in the present number of Every tal situations. The licenser of plays and his assist- Saturday. ant are neither ornamental nor useful. If they In a sudden and unusual fit of candor, the Saturpossessed sufficient taste or discretion to justify the day Review says: “ We now take a very different post for a moment, they would not have allowed the Menken to exhibit at Astley's ; but it is literature course regarding the Alabama from that which we that hurts their feelings. Ballet, burlesque, and once did, and it would be silly to deny that we are worse is passed over; but the censors forbid a drama more inclined to attend to the complaints of Ameriof keen interest, - a drama which has, in point of ca, now that she has shown herself a very powerful fact, been acted by Mr. Toole over and over again nation, than we should be if she were a weak in the provinces. Bumbledom, therefore, with the one.” lays with which it has taken care to arm itself, is The Germans are beginning to print their books able and willing to protect its own sacred rights in Roman type. It is found much clearer and less under cover of a professed regard for the public trying to the eyes. Ophthalmology — which killed welfare. half the poor compositors before they had been ten The millions who have read “ Oliver Twist,” and years at the business, and caused a German printingwho are still reading it, will doubtless hear with sur | office to be the funniest assemblage of pale faces, prise that the Lord Chamberlain's department thinks small forms, and big green goggles ever seen — will it unfit for representation in one little London thea- be banished by the change. tre. The practical value of such an interdiction in the face of the thousands of editions that are circu CLARKE, the well-known English huntsman, is lating throughout the country is very like the cele about to retire into private life, after performing a brated Partington attempt to mop back the Atlantic. feat unprecedented in the annals of the chase. He In such a case the character and works of the au has, for the last ten years, hunted five days in every thor are entitled to be set against the character and week, without missing a single day from works of the censors. Mr. Charles Dickens has sickness, or accident. Clarke now retires to an inn written acres of fiction in which it would be impos- at Didmarton, about three miles from Badminton, sible to find even the smallest moral blot, while the where he intends to deal in horses and to let hack censors have licensed the exhibition of half-naked | hunters on hire. women, vulgar and suggestive cancan dancers, and The Pall Mall Gazette says: “It will be interthe performance of leprous French plays that have esting to a very valuable portion of her Majesty's been hissed off the stage by the superior virtue and taste of average theatrical audiences. Mr. Charles forces, the Marines, to learn that the House of ComDickens may have attacked parochial mismanage mons exempted them last night from being flogged ment in “ Oliver Twist," as he has attacked many any more on shore in peace time.” If the House of other abuses in his other works, but he has never Commons could devise some plan for preventing her helped to glut the public with dramas in which con Majesty's forces from being flogged in war time, it cubinage and adultery are the chief motive-powers. would postpone indefinitely the settlement of the Mr. Charles Dickens and his adapter, Mr. John Alabama claims. Oxenford, are not anointed beadles; they have THE London Examiner says that Foul Play is never worn gold-laced coats, or walked behind gold-“ a powerfully written story, sensational certainly, headed sticks, or bowed in the presence of royalty ; but one in which the vulgarity of sensationalism is but, for all this, they may be as safely trusted to toned down to a natural development of exciting give London play-goers a stainless dramatic enter- scenes, not beyond the possibility or probability of tainment as a superannuated essayist like Mr. Bod- real life. The well-known descriptive power of Mr. ham Donne, or a sporting nobleman like the Earl Reade's pen, and the extraordinary genius with of Bradford. which Mr. Boucicault is endowed as an inventor of plot, have combined to produce at once a story of | 1843, with Mr. B peculiar interest, and earnest vigorous, action. We a business by which I was to make ta la predict a high popularity for this story when com- This affair cost me 50,000£ J. B- 6686 pleted.” Belgium. A caution to amateurs Os De of 17 In France there is a regular prize given for vir. I appears the following note: ** Cock tue, under a bequest left for the purpose by a benev | wine, of a bottle emptied on the 4th of Deccaolent gentleman named Mentyon. In December, 1850, with a dozen fast friend. Of their 1860, the prize was won by a servant-girl named not found a single ope to belp me on the des Jeanne Dessite, who, after hearing her noble deeds ruin. The names of the twelve are annéid and qualities read out in the choicest French before It may be worth remarking, that this ecocitnr 3 the Academy, and receiving a purse containing £20, tleman must have been from the comme returned to her native department, and was recent suspicious of his acquaintances, and that they ly tried, convicted of swindling, and sentenced to jus justified his bad opinion by their neglect two years' imprisonment.. The Birmingham Post publishes the abetzat: THE Hôtel des Invalides at Paris contains at pres- a curious sermon recently preached by the Pen ent about 940 inmates who served under Napoleon C. H. Craufurd of Old Swintord, on the occasue I. Of that number more than 150 are amputés, and his own marriage with his boasekeeper, in which a few are blind. One has lost both fore-arms, and reverend gentleman, after descanting on the ils uses with surprising dexterity a couple of hooks fas- ous lineage of the Craufurds, admitted that the tened to his stumps. About sixty wear the military ance he had contracted was very like that is medal, and nearly 200 are decorated with the Cross King Cophetua contracted with the begrar-s. of the Legion of Honor. There are thirty inmates He assured his parishioners that Mrs. Crauir. whose services date from the first Republic. One of though of low birth and imperfect education, is bei them -- a survivor of the crew of the Scipion, blown loving, and pious, qualities which he infinitely pria up in 1793 — has been in the Hôtel since 1806. to a smattering of French and Italian, a little He lost both his legs on that occasion, and has ing, a little singing, and a great proficieny contrived to live without them seventy-five years. “ round dances." Her vocabulary, he admiticis He is now ninety-two. not that generally in use in polite society, but to A YOUNG Frenchman, twenty-seven years of age, he asked, how many of his congregation them in has just been tried before the Military Tribunal of e habitually disregarded or perverted the use of a letter “h”? He implored them not to be so Bordeaux for evading the duties required by law of tally deficient in good breeding, so unchristianevery French citizen. He had left his native coun as to ridicule ber for her educational short-conis, try at the age of seventeen for the United States, S and assured them that in consequence of his infri where he made a rapid fortune, and where, having become naturalized. he is at the present moment ties, his studious habits, his numerous avocations, ani conducting a large commercial house in New Orleans. her quiet domestic nature, the society of Old Swin's On the death of his father, he was obliged to return would see very little of either of them in future. 3 to France to settle some family affairs. He was they had resolved to devote themselves to the in then arrested as a deserter, having, during his provement of their minds, to the duties of their sudabsence in America, been drawn for the conscrip tion, and to the preparation of their souls for heaver tion; and as naturalization has no retroactive effect, he had been a French citizen at the time his military ACCORDING to the Pall Mall Gazette, the tide of duties ought to have been discharged. The tribunal Lieutenant Drummond to the honor of first discoF dealt leniently with the wealthy Franco-American, ering the light which is now universally associated "y with his name is questioned by Dr. William Hendersentencing him to but six days' imprisonment. son, of Perth. This gentleman claims the honor fix THE most extraordinary telegraphic feat on ree- his friend, the late Professor Anderson, who will be ord is the transmission of an extraordinary message pointed Rector of Perth Academy in 1809. “I ret from London to San Franciseo. The wires in olleet wel," says Dr. Henderson, " that in the wakes America were joined up for experiment from Heart's of 1812-13, Dr. Anderson, when experimenting us Content to California, and the message was sent from artificial Lghts, showed both what were afterware Valentia at twenty-one minutes past seven in the named the Bude and Drummond lights: the urs, y morning; the acknowledgment of its receipt was passing a stream of oxygen gas up through the received back in Valentia at twenty-three minutes rior of an Argand oil-lamp; and the last by a rude past seven, the whole operation having only occu modification of the present method. The bydrogen pied two minutes ; the distance travelled was about gas for the latter was obtained from the decom fourteen thousand miles, and the message arrived.) tion of water by zinc and sulphuric acid, ale according to San Francisco time, at twenty minutes oxygen gas from the black oxide of mangalica! past eleven on the evening of January 31, or the day ing put into an iron retort and subjecting". preceding that on which it left England. A Dublin great heat, by which the gas was driven ott, and editor considers it unnecessary to send a message atleeived into a gasometer. Various sorts of the all, since a telegram reaches its destination ten or experimented with, and the purest lime gale büteen bours before it is seat! most brilhant light. Dr. Anderson was the most out est and the most unassuming of men, and had before Wir well & various paragraph in Cee a Week ea publicity to these discoveries at the time be about bwa bara who died in peauty tier pre then, both these lights would have be a such serving shu van de wi bo bootle with which be bad with his name. Whether Lieutenant DEUTS ül vuotos du pat mand watOK bit tila bat made the discovery prior to 1812-151 'ben w e were born wwwbude movies die plek dabiska Dwar i y, but certainly be did not claim it til web jue with this down we busy Wr i dan bertan end it be baul done so, assuredly Dr. Anderson *C: Afanya uhabbele wapbloed van uviding v:6* LUCRETIUS. Not even a rose, were offered to thee? thine, Forgetful how my rich proæmion makes Thy glory fly along the Italian field, In lays that will outlast thy Deity? Ier master cold; for when the morning flush Deity ? nay, thy worshippers. My tongue Trips, or I speak profanely. Which of these Not if thou be'st of those who far aloof From envy, hate and pity, and spite and scorn Co greet him with a kiss, the master took Live the great life which all our greatest fain Small notice, or austerely, for — his mind Would follow, centred in eternal calm. Half buried in some weightier argument, Nay, if thou canst, O Goddess, like ourselves Or fancy-borne perhaps upon the rise Touch, and be touched, then would I cry to thee And long roll of the Hexameter — he past To kiss thy Mavors, roll thy tender arms To turn and ponder those three hundred scrolls Round him, and keep him from the lust of blood Left by the Teacher whom he held divine. That makes a steaming slaughter-house of Rome. She brooked it not; but wrathful, petulant, Ay, but I meant not thee; I meant not her, Dreaming some rival, sought and found a witch Whom all the pines of Ida shook to see Who brewed the philter which had power, they said, Slide from that quiet heaven of hers, and tempt To lead an errant passion home again. The Trojan, while his neat-herds were abroad: And this, at times, she mingled with his drink, Nor her that o'er her wounded hunter wept And this destroyed him ; for the wicked broth Her Deity false in human-amorous tears; Confused the chemic labor of the blood, Nor whom her beardless apple-arbiter Ay, and this Kypris also - did I take The all-generating powers and genial heat Nosing the mother's udder, and the bird Struck out the streaming mountain-side, and showed Makes his heart voice amid the blaze of flowers : A riotous confluence of watercourses Which things appear the work of mighty Gods. Blanching and billowing in a hollow of it, The Gods! and if I go my work is left Where all but yester-eve was dusty-dry. Unfinished - if I go. The Gods, who haunt Storm and what dreams ye holy gods, what dreams, The lucid interspace of world and world, For thrice I wakened after dreams. Perchance Where never creeps a cloud, or moves a wind, We do but recollect the dreams that come Nor ever falls the least white star of snow, Just ere the waking : terrible! for it seemed Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, A void was made in Nature; all her bonds Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Cracked; and I saw the flaring atom-streams: Their sacred everlasting calm ! and such, And torrents of her myriad universe Not all so fine, nor so divine a calm, Ruining along the. illimitable inane, Not such, nor all unlike it, man may gain Fly on to clash together again, and make Letting his own life go. The Gods, the Gods ! Another and another frame of things If all be atoms, how then should the Gods Not follow the great law? My master held That Gods there are, for all men so believe.. Surely to lead my Memmius in a train Of flowery clauses onward to the proof And where it dashed the reddening meadow, sprang That Gods there are, and deathless. Meant? I meant ? No dragon warriors from Cadmeän teeth, I have forgotten what I meant: my mind For these I thought my dream would show to me, Stumbles, and all my faculties are lamed. But girls, Hetairai, curious in their art, Look where another of our Gods, the Sun, Hired animalisms, vile as those that made Apollo, Delius, or of older use The mulberry-faced Dictator's orgies worse Asl-seeing Hyperion - what you will — Than aught they fable of the quiet Gods. Has mounted yonder ; since he never sware, And hands they mixt, and yelled and round me drove Except his wrath were wreaked on wretched man, In narrowing circles till I yelled again That he would only shine among the dead Half-suffocated, and sprang up, and saw – Hereafter; tales ! for never yet on earth Was it the first beam of my latest day? Could dead flesh creep, or bits of roasting ox , then, from utter gloom stood out the breasts, Moan round the spit; nor knows he what he sees, The breasts of Helen, and hoveringly a sword King of the East although he seem, and girt Now over and now under, now direct With song and flame and fragrance, slowly lifts Pointed itself to pierce, but sank down shamed. His golden feet on those impurpled stairs At all that beauty; and as I stared, a fire, | That climb into the windy halls of heaven: The fire that left a roofless Ilion, And here he glances on an eye new-born, Shot out of them, and scorched me that I woke. And gets for greeting but a wail of pain; Is this thy vengeance, holy Venus, thine, And here he stays upon a freezing orb Beccuse I would not one of thine own doves, | That fain would gaze upon him to the last: And here upon a yellow eyelid fallen | No madness of ambition, avarice, none: And closed by those who mourn a friend in vain, No larger feast than under plane or pine Not thankful that his troubles are no more. With neighbors laid along the grass, to take And me, although his fire is on my face Only such cups as left us friendly-warm, Blinding, he sees not, nor at all can tell Affirming each his own philosophy — Whether I mean this day to end myself, Nothing to mar the sober majesties Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, Of settled, sweet, Epicurean life — That men like soldiers may not quit the post But now it seems some unseen monster lays Allotted by the Gods : but he that holds His vast and filthy hands upon my will The Gods are careless, wherefore need he care Wrenching it backward into his, and spoils Greatly for them, nor rather plunge at once, My bliss in being; and it was not great; Being troubled, wholly out of sight, and sink For save when shutting reasons up in rhythm, Past earthquake-+ay, and gout and stone, that break | Or Heliconian honey in living words, Body toward death, and palsy, death-in-life, To make a truth less harsh, I often grew And wretched age - and worst disease of all, Tired of so much within our little life, These prodigies of myriad nakednesses, Or of so little in our little life — And twisted shapes of lust, unspeakable, Poor little life that toddles half an hour Abominable, strangers at my hearth Crowned with a flower or two, and there an endNot welcome, harpies miring every dish, And since the nobler pleasure seems to fade, The phantom husks of something foully done, Why should I, beastlike as I find myself, And fleeting through the boundless universe, Not manlike end myself? — our privilege And blasting the long quiet of my breast What beast has heart to do it? And what man With animal heat and dire insanity. What Roman would be dragged in triumph thus? Ilow should the mind, except it loved them, clasp Not I, not he, who bears one name with her, These idols to herself? or do they fly Whose death-blow struck the dateless doom of me Now thinner, and now thicker, like the flakes When brooking not the Tarquin in her veins, In a fall of snow, and so press in, perforce She made her blood in sight of Collatine Of multitude, as crowds that in an hour And all his peers, flushing the guiltless air, Of civic tumult jam the doors, and bear Spout from the maiden fountain in her heart. The keepers down, and throng, their rags and they, And from it sprang the Commonwealth, which breaks The basest, far into that council-hall As I am breaking now! Where sit the best and stateliest of the land ? And therefore now Can I not fing this horror off me again, Let her, that is the womb and tomb of all, Seeing with how great ease Nature can smile, Great Nature take, and forcing far apart Balmier and nobler from her bath of storm, Those blind beginnings that have made me mai At random ravage ? and how easily Dash them anew together at her will The mountain there has cast his cloudy slough, Through all her cycles — into man once more, Now towering o'er him in serenest air, Or beast or bird or fish, or opulent flower A mountain o'er a mountain, ay, and within But till this cosmic order everywhere All hollow as the hopes and fears of men. Shattered into one earthquake in one day But who was he, that in the garden snared Cracks all to pieces, and that hour perhaps Picus and Faunus, rustic Gods? a tale Is not so far when momentary man To laugh at- more to laugh at in myself Shall seem no more a something to himself, For look! what is it? there? ron arbutus But he, his hopes and hates, his homes and fanek, Totters; a noiseless riot underneath And even his bones long-laid within the grave, Strikes through the wood, sets all the tops quiver The very sides of the grave itself shall pass, ing Vanishing, atom and void, atom and void, The mountain quickens into Nymph and Faun; Into the unseen forever, — till that hour, And here an Oread (how the sun delights My golden work in which I told a truth To glance and shift about her slippery sides That stars the rolling Ixionian wheel, And rosy knees, and supple roundedness, And numbs the Fury's ringlet-snake, and plucks And budded bosom-peaks) who this way runs The mortal soul from out immortal hell, Before the rest - A satyr; a satyr: see Shall stand: av, surely: then it fails at last Follows; but him I proved impossible ; And perishes as I must; for 0 Thou, Twy-natured is no nature : yet he draws Passionless bride, divine Tranquillity, Nearer and nearer, and I scan him now Yearned after by the wisest of the wise, Beastlier than any phantom of his kind Who fail to find thee, being as thou art That ever butted his rough brother-brute Without one pleasure and without one pain, Fun lust or lusty blood or provender: Howbeit I know thou surely must be mine I bata abhon spuit, sicken at him ; and she Or soon or late, yet out of season, thus Louthes him as well, such a precipitate beel. I woo thee roughly, for thou carest not Flexived it were with Mercury's ankle-wing. How roughly men may woo thee so they win Illan her to : but will she thing berselt Thus thus: the soul flies out and dies in the ar Shamelo PRONA (@can go to: muy Ilde baile thou hastion Handel wihan With that be drove the knife into his side: Andre bondowing lawna b u wih ! Sbe heard him raging, heard him fall; ranin, What be the belieb Wete na televis? Or wholu ac breast, tore hair, cried out upon hersell All we buia w laterale "A big ! having failesi ia duty to him, shrieked I How To enhve ve belevens linha de ! that she best meant to win him back, fell on me Hou will be tud nebud was well . (lank di bim, vailed: he answered, "U I thought ind i den anden No low tucket wag may What makten. Al is orer: Fare thee well! |