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Jones, "Kaftnnan's Journal," Clearfield, Pa., (post-paid U receive attention.) , - ---- The Burial of Old Doj Towser., . " ' A LYRIC iron the times. ." JTot a growl wai heard, nor a whine, -nor a bark, As his carcase from Court street tuey caneu , , Not'a master stood near at the time to mark,. . When the life of old Towser departed. They carted him off in the noon-day sun,. The wheels round indifferent going, . , , - And the straggling peoplo beheld it done, And the deputy chief was knowing. - : Xo box r barrel enclosed his breast, Nor in salt-mat or carpet we wound him, And he lays as we're seen hiin when taking . his rest, ' . "With the flies all buMing arognd him.: . Few and short were the words that were said, An.! ve looked with a feclimr sickenin On the form of the son of a dog that lay dead, And we bitterly thought of the stryenmne. : "We tho't as we straightened in perfect shape, Anl rive him a brkk for a pillow, UTe wished we could have the man by the nape, Who poisoned old Towser, poor fellow. Lightly they'll laugh at the quadruped gone, Rpk.ice that they thus did destroy mm, P.t hi fate than their's is a far better one Where policemen can't come to annoy him. Tint hlf of our weary work was done, When the clock told the hour for retreating, And we heard the old South bell ng lor .fH That summoned the folks to their eating We tipped him ever into the dock, , The victim of cowardly slaughter; We carved not a line on a post or a rock, And we left him alone in the water. - - WlDESWARTH. - PBAYEB. There is an eye that never sleeps ' Beneath tho wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires -When human strength gives way; There is a love that never fails . -When earthly loves decay. That eve is fixed on seraph throngs ; That ear is filled with angel's, songs; That arm upholds the world on high ; That love is thrown beyond the eky. But there's a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain; That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain ; The power is prayer, which soars on high And feeds on bliss beyond the sicy From the Flag of Our Vion. THE PRIESTESS OF THE SUN. A Tale of Pom. BT JAMES DE MIIXE. CHAPTER I. The ice-crowned summits of the Andes were were gleaming and glistening in the" rays of the settinz sun, as a single Horseman roae .innriir f.ir.n nn of the mountain roads of nv " J vq Pern. It was a road whose massiveness of con struction, and excellence of formation, excited .i nfh. KoirMr aamnch as any of lilt? BWUU5I vr l" uv"v'"" the works of the Incas. Now it wound with serpentine turnings up the almost precipitous sides of some lofty height, and again it de scended by the same intricate turnings, round mitiT a Droiectine cliff into some deep gully. Passing over the gully by a slender, yet strong bridge, it again went on as before. , wtai fhn horseman.' He AlUUg lUlo - was a Spaniard, and his dress consisted of .the heavy armor of the Spanisn aa venturers unuer Pizarro. A breastplate of gleaming steel pro- -tart Ma Wr. A Ktrontr buckler was on his had A carbine was slunr over his shoulders and a heavy sword hang down from his side. His form was tall and well knit together, ana his lace, though bronzed by exposure and hardship, was noble and lofty in its expres sion "By San Jago!"Jie muttered, as he drew up his steed before a slender bridge which crossed a deep gully, "this is a road such as is seldom 1 . A J 1 1 .u lkAaa Tnifianal louna. a nuuucnai peopiu am uicw xuuuo Come,! get up, good horse! WTiat? you are afraid. , Now then." And spurring his horse, he went boldly and quickly across. The bridge swayed and cracked beneath him, and scarcely had he touched the other side when it fell "A narrow escape, ty heaven!"" he cried, looking back. ' "Pizarro did wisely in sending but one man on this expedition to Quito. But what acountiy! The people are all hidden, the villages empty, the fields untilled." H looked around him. Far beneath the fertile plains of this once peaceful region spread before him. Countless trees, and sha ding groves, and running rivers, threw mdis cribable charms around the landscape. The mountains rose up like guardians, cultivated in many piaces by terraces far up their sides. But no people could be seen. The villages, the immense royal grauneries, the roads and fields, all were empty. "I would not wonder,-by the holy virgin, I would not, if these mountain recesses were full of them," said the Spaniard. "Yonder projecting rockHa ! " ne uttered an exclamation of surprise, as looking forward toward a place where the road turned round a lofty cliff, he saw a crowd of men running up toward the summit. "By San Christofero!" he cried. "The vil lains will stop me. 1 They will throw rocks down upon me" He reined in his steed and stopped to con sider. He delayed but for a moment. "I must on," he cried t "never shall it be said that Don Alberto de Reggio feared a foe ! A Christian can overcome a hundred heathen Indians. Then Jteggio y Dois ! nurra!" Shouting his battle err and holding his head erect, he spurred his horse and rode like the wind down the road. . He neaied the rock. A wild cry came from the summit. ; Loose rocks fell before him. ; "Reggio y Dios !" he shouted. He rushed like the wind around the rock. A hundred missive, fragments of stone fell crashing down. They poured down like hail but Reggio. was beyond their reach. Ihe rocks fell upon the road behind him. Some rested, others bounded on, and descended thunderinsly down the declivities, awaking the echoes in the deep recesses of the gorges which lay around. On rode Reggio. ' The Peruvians uttered a louder cry. A shout of disappointment, mingled with ven- gence. The sound struck coldly upon the Spaniard's ear. "They have something worse in store for me," he muttered, as turning his head he be held them descend inc into the road behind "Tfw. rriirtstftnaeaberore mm, ana men with a short turn descended steeply into a val lev. He drew up his horse-suddenly as he stood upon the top of the eminence, and the reins drorped from his hands In the valley before him was a crowd of men dressed in the cotton armor of the Peruvians, with their sharp spears, and steel pointed ma ces glittering in the last rays of the sun, toward which all knelt in adoration. Hoary priests moved among them, and virgins dressed in white stood around an altar. As the sun sank a loud cry ascended. But a louder, a wilder, a more fearful shout arose, as they saw Reggio and recognized one of their hated persecutors! "The invaders! Vengence!" Ihe cry came up from all. Terror at first seized upon many for they knew not the number which might be behind the single horseman. "Courage!" cried a venerable priest. "Fight for j our country! Though there be a hundred you can surely withstand them, for thousands of warriors are here." Rririo looked. he saw the dark body of warriors closing upon him, their.level spears, their upraised weapons. A shower of arrows flew towards him, but fell harmlessly from his strong breastplate. - "There is no hope! I must on!" He spoke with desperate energy. He took his gun, and giving spurs to his horse, rode down into the midst of his enemies. Again his battle cry arose. His fierce char ter rushed amonc the Indians; the thunder of the Spaniard's gun struck deadly fear upon their hearts. But they closed in all around him, and arrows from afar struck his arms, and hundreds of blows fell upon him. With his heavy sword the Spaniard struggled bravely against the fearful odds. Now terrified at his strength and slaughter, they retreated for a little space, and again gathering courage, they sprang forward. They leaped upon the horse, thev seized his lees, they fell beneath him, and were trampled down while they held the reins in a frenzied, deathly grasp. The horse, held back by so many, stood still. Reg I gio, wounded and weary, could not struggle mucu longer, a uu6 muwui juu Ulj hind him, and wound his strong , arms round Reggio'a neck. A score of others seized him and pulled him' to the ground. I "Yield!" cried an old priest to him." I Yield, fool or you die " "I will not!" cried Reggio in Peruvian; and he sought to free himself. But strong men held him down, his sword was wrenched from his grasp, his horse was led away, he was lost! They bound his arms tightly behind him, and then four strong warriors took him upon their shoulders and bore him away. " "To the sacrifice! the sacrifice, at to-mor row's dawn!" exclaimed a hundred voices. CHAPTER II.' iteecio lay bound in the room of a strong house whose walls of massive stone presented a barrier through which he might never escape He lay upon his back fanned to me poor.- I r li Vf i r hi ' email . . . . a. I l ne wina iroiu aiar lu.v,Ub-.w I aperture, and gently fanned his heated brow. CLEARFIELD, TUESDAY, JUNE 27, 1854. "A sacrifice ! I a sacrifice? O, deliver me!" he cried. He eroaned, and sought to calm himseli, Dut no efforts cild detach his thoughts from the fearful doom which awaited him on the mor- row. suddenly a voice spaite ciose vv him. He turned, and a tall form dressed in complete white stood near. At first a shudder of superstitious terror passed through mm as he saw the white robes fluttering in the bieze and he feared that he had evoked a spirit.. Chrijtian!" said the figure, in Peruvian. . "Who speaks?" answered Reggio, boldly. "A friend" "Then vou must have come from the dead, for all who love me are there." ' "I am alive" "A peruvian? a friend? No, no" y "I am all that I have said, aud have come to to , save vou." "Tis the voice of a maiden!" murmured Reggio. "I have heard that voice belonv", tell me who are you " ' "Waste no words. I am a friend. 1 cume to save j-ou from death!" - ' - She stooped down, and with a sharp k-uic severed his painful bonds. The Spaniard rose to his feet. The figure before him was envel oped in white, and but a small part of her fxce was visible. Riggio looked at her, and leu up on his knees before her. : id imnatientlr. 'Think -tB,A4j aawvs M. only of safety. Follow me And she elided from the room without noise; a small light which she held in her hand, gui ded him for a distance as he followed soitiy after her. - She stopped at length, and p a string in his hand, one end of which site held herself. Then extinguishing the light,' she left it upon the floor and walked on. Reggio followed. They went through wide rooms, and long halls, through narrow passages and laharvnthian galleries, until at last the lresn ness of the air told Reggio that he approached the outside. She drew back some heavy bolts ol!ilv to her touch. She onened the ponderous door. l Reggio repressed an exchunation of joy. Lookins out he saw his horse standing mere with muffled feet, rebdy to bear him away in .n.v,..:" A. min- and aswoxcLlay there Beautiful being! How can I ever repay my au rri;tiirl to von?' cried Reeeio in a UVUb va w w v- transport. debt. I renav it. Haste. No words more.' 'I will not go without you', he cried passion ately. Come, O, co'mc with me!' The maiden stood still, if nmi li ried. imnlorinelv. You will not force me to stay 3 Vo!' she said, tenderly. 'You can go without me.' 'Never!' he cried. He took her in his arms She did not resist. In a few moments both wpre seated on a strong horse. A few cheer- ine words, a iight stroke,, and the horse and its riders were gone. They went slowly, until out of hearing. Then Reggio dismounted and took off the cumbersome foot coverings. Ua!' he cried, 'what noise is that?' Tli..v Imve discovered it up, or vou are lost!' cried the maiden. 'Up ' Reeeio spranc upon the horse. Far behind him sounded a deep murmur, as though many voices were crying together. 'O, were some of my brave comrades near!' 'Think not of that. Think not of that Fly!' 'Hold me tightly,' he cried, as his horse fled swiftly along the road. 'Holdfast!' His own arm was around her. She clung closely to him. and awav they went 'far from their ene mies. When the surt arose, danger was far awav. - The two travellers paused upon the summit of a gentle ascent which overlooked a small town. There the ensign of Spain flut tered from a large building which appeared to be used as a barrack 'Let me down here,' said the maiden, to Reggio. I must descend.' Reggio dismounted and took her to a rock upon which she sat. 'Christian we must part here.' 'What!' cried Reggio with a start. 'We must part ' 'Never, never shall you leave me.' 'Christian, you must not detain me. Would it be fit for him whom I have delivered, to keep me a prisoner' , 'Not a prisoner. O, no! but something dea rer,' cried Reggio passionately. ,'But who are you? I have heard your voice before.' Yes. At Caxamalca ' . - What?' cried Reggio, starting 'Do you not remember when the , perfidious invader came toCaxamatca? Ourlnija thought not of deceiving them. He treated them as a great king should. , Do you not remember how his hospitality was returned? Thousands of the dead can tell. The ghost of a murdered Inca can speak from its gaave and tell. ' Reggio was silentr- - 'O, what a scene of terror there was,' said his companion, 'when the invaders, armed with thunder, rushed on their unarmedand unsuspecting hosts. The guest murdered his entertainer. ;Those whom we had treated with hospitality became our murderers.' Reggio sighed deeply. , 'Yet you. were not among them.! You.t know abhorred the deed. There was a maid. en there a maiden of the royal blood her nameVas Alanola. When the fierce Spaniards came out 4ipon their victims, she fled in terror across ths plain. Her white robes fluttered in the breeze, and after the slaughter, the Span iards, pursuing those who fled, beheld her al so. They came towards her on their fierce de mons of beasts.' She felt, overcome with ter ror. Then ah theaf there was a generous heart found a-soul that pitied her, who saved her "from dishonor and ' torture. . You are he' - . Reggio started up, and looked earnestly at her. But the face of his companion was con cealed behind her veil. . Who are you? How did you hear this?' I never heard it- I saw it. Look at me.3 The yeil fell from her head, and the maiden stood up before him. And never, even among the beauties of his own native land, had Reg gio beheld such loveliness. Her eyes were black and lustrous. Her hair was black as night, and golden jewels gleamed among her luxurious 1 ocks like stars. -Alanola!' cried the Spaniard. 'O, heavens, am I thus repaid V You saved nty life, and I saved yours ' Reggio caught her in his arms. : 'This is the last time that we can look on one another, she said,-mournfully. ' No, no,' cried Reggio. 'Why will you speak thus? You have fied with , me. .With me you must stay.' - I cannot.' J And why' 'I am a Priestess of" the Sun.' I tend the ever burning fire. I have sinned Jn letting you behold my face, or touch me.' . Reggio seemed struck dumb. 'Farewell then,' she said. . , 'You mnst not go. Where will you go.' 'To Cuzco to the holy temple.' 'There is no holy temple now. There is no Cuzco. 'Tis taken by us. Your temple is overthrown.' - ' . 'O, holv light of heaven!' exclaimed the maiden, in agony and amazement. ' It is true. Did I not sea it a month ago.' 'Then all is over!'.' . -' ' . ' ' ' You cannot go anywhere now 3 Alas. no. except to. the grave.' No, no, Alanoku Xome with, me and finrl ft t.om in mv heart. : Thoueh your false irod has forsaken vou. I will not!' and he took 0 . . her unresisting hand. vnr p-od is nowerless. Come, with me O , A - and learn the worship of my God the Al mighty.' Tears stood inher. eyes. Reggio again lifted her upon his horse. She all unresisting, suffered him. And puttihg srurs to his noble charger Reggio and his x - lovely burden arrived shortly after in the town of Caltufo. For a year longer Peru, though conquered, was tumultuous. The new Inca Manco spread terror among the mountains, and Reggio was emploved in subduing him. Alanola was pla ced ih safety by him. But after the year was up he left the mountains, and brought the love lv priestess to Lima. Therein the palace of the viceroy Pizarro, which rose proudly among the mansions of the new city, Reggio saw the Triestess of the Sun baptized in the private chapel, and on the same evening he was unifed by Das Casas to his lovely bride, the Priestess Of the Sun and royal princess. Curtain Lecture by Mrs. Fubbs. "Fubbs,I want to talk to you a while, and want you to keep awake while I do it. You want to go to sleep ? Yes you always want to go to sleep, but I don't. . I'm not one of the sleepy kind. It's a good thing for you,' Mr. Fubbs, that you have a wife who imparts information by lectures, else you would be a perfect igno ramus. Not a thing about the house, to read, except the bible that the Christian Associa tion gave you, and a tract that a fellow called Porter left one day, entitled 'Light for the Heathen.' It's well he left it for you are a heathen, Fubbs. You thank God you ain't a Mormon ? Yes, I understand that insinuation, too, you profane wretch ? You mean you are glad you hain't but one wife. You never would have known there was a Mormon, Mr. Fubbs, if I hadn't told you, for you're too stingy to take a paper. N-o-w, , Fubbs! I de clare your name ought to be Fibbs, you tell so many of 'em. It's only last week that I lost one dollar and fifty cents on butter that I sold to a peddler, because I didn't know the mar ket price, which is published every week. This would have paid for the paper ajvhole year. And then you are so ignorant, Fubbs ! Didn't you take your gun t'other day, and walk clear down to" the Big Marsh a hunting, because somebody told you the Turkeys were marching into Rushes? Y-es, y-o-u d-i-d, Fubbs, you needn't deny it. But the Turkeys were ail out of the Rushes,I guea,before you got there. Didn't kill any, did 'you? It was a bad day for turkeys, wasn't it? Ha! ha! ha!" Always look out for No. 1. It is the only figure that will enable you to cut a figure. This principle refers alike to getting a rich wife, a pretty companion, freedom from mea sles, the best pew in church, and the first shad of the season. ttF" A Quaker in New Orleans is so up right in aUhis dealings, that he won't sit down to eat. ' : A Don of Horror. - - Kirwan, in a recent volume of travels, in Europe, gives the following account of a fear ful chamber in the castle of the Duke ol flaaen Baden in Germany. . We made a morning call at the, castle of the Duke", which surmounts the hill, and were shown through all the apartments. ,As, if. for our accommodation, he had just retired from his breakfast-room that we might see the ta ble at which a reigning Prince sipped - coffee. We have seen the breakfast room and table of many in America more richly furnished. The apartments .wore quite an. air of poverty, after having seen those at Versailles, the Quirinal, and Turin. "But the underground apartments possess a fearful interest. With lighted tor ches we went down into the cellar of the pal ace, thence by a spiral inclined plane, we went down, down, until, by a door formed of one huge flag, and fitted to its place with re markable exactness, we entered a small oval room, perhaps ten feet in diameter, and hewn out of a solid rock. The door was shut behind u, and we were buried alive under the moun tain! A ray of light came from above, and we could look up as through a narrow chim ney; a stone was moved beneath our feet, and we could look down perhaps two or three hun dred feet, and could see a glimmer of light up on a dashing current, whose murmurings came to us from beneath. And all around the room were seats cut out from the rock. And what was the knowledge and history of this awful room? . - - Its history, as given us by our guide, and within its walls, is briefly as follows: : In the days of feudal clemency and inquisitorial pie ty, those suspected of political or religious heresy were suddenly seized and confined in one of the adjacent cells. The little room above described was the room of judgement, and the judges were let down by machinery through the opening above. The accused were then introduced, and that heavy . stone door was'shut. And there shut out from eve ry eye save that of God and their judges, they were tried and condemned. If not guilty, the accused were hated or feared, which made con demnation worse than guilt. When condemn ed, they were next ordered to kiss the image of the virgin in the apartment; in the move ment, they touched springs, which caused her to embrace them, and in the embrace, to pierce them through , with daggers. Then trap was sprung beneath their feet, which let their bodies fall upon a wheel armed with knives, which was kept in constant revolution by a stream of water; by these knives they were cut in pieces, and the mutilated frag ments fell into the stream below. And there we were receiving this awful nar rative, in the very apartment where these atrocities were committed in the name of Jus tice and Religion, with the tunnel beneath us, through which the bodies of their victims were let down for mutilation, so as to be be. yond the reach of. recognizance! For a mo ment our blood ran cold, and. we were filled with horror! Oh! if those stone scats, and those walls of solid rock could speak if the injunctions of perpetual secrecy were remov ed by him who upheaved the mountain, what an awful narrative tbey would give of the scenes of treachery, hatred, and blood, there perpetrated in the name of God and Religion. The stone door swung open and we . groped our way through a labyrinth of chambers and passages dark as midnight into the open air. We all breathed easier and a feeling of fear gave way to one of security. We were soon on the railway from Frankfort-on-the-Main, deeply affected by the beauty and wickedness of Baden-Baden, thankful that - its days of pe nal tyranny were at an end. . We look with horror upon a time and creed which could enact such terrific scenes as are described in the above article. Let us for a moment look at the spiritual evils of our day and creed. I have in my mind this moment, one of the" most beautiful of all my girlhood's friends one of angelic beauty and sweetness, and yet 'A creature not too bright and good, For humen nature's daily food." She loved a young man worthy of her, ex cept in his misfortunes, and dearly did he love her. They were pledged to each other; but the father, a man of iron will, who had 'the good of his family at heart,' determined "ito breakup their union. By mean of forged letters, and in other ways he succeeded, and his daughter 'married well.' That is, she mar ried a man with property, for whom she had no love. Her brief life was a too long cruci fixion.' Daily and hourly the wheel of torture revolved, and the knives entered her spirit, till the work of death was done. I stood by her bedside, when the poor father closed her eyes, knowing that he had consented to her torment and death. .. ' In the coffin she was beautiful as a seraph, and I s"hed no tear for her. I smiled then ; and when the turf covered the cold bosom, and the no longer aching heart, I rejoiced. "In short ladies and gentleman," said an overpowered orator, "I can only say I beg leave to add I desire to assure you that I wish I had a window in my bosom that you might see the emotions of my heart." Vul gar boy from the gallery) "Wouldn't a pane (pain) in your stomach do thia time." - NO. -2. EDUCATION. How very little must those persons know who think that a system of equality pervades all nature, and that men 'collectively partake of the universal quality, and individually be come equal. Let us look all over the world carefully, and we shall not fail to discover the very opposite to be the case, whether it be among the trees, ana pianis, w rov" r mountains, the rivers or the purling streams, oceans, continents, islands, and hi fact all things the eyes rest on. Where shall we find perfect equality? and if naturally there be little approximation to such a thing, how much less will there be, when man in his aboriginal and uncertain discipline is trained and assisted by art. Take the wild flowers of the fleld, reT move them within cultivated gardens, plant them in the well prepared soil, give them the attendence of the experienced gardener, and will they be still the same, and only equal to their original and natural state. Let us look at the inferior animals. Is a horse, for exam ple that is uncarcd for, untaught, and left to forage for himself equal in every respect to the one under kindly discipline, and care, and that comes out tractable, almost social, and with a shining coat. Look into the heavens and do we find all the planets and all the stars equal in brilliancy, in magnitude, in density or' in', velocity where out of one hundred blades of grass can there be found a definition for the word identical, in fact, where is per fect equality? . . That there are certain things which all na ture enjoys in common, there can be no ques tion, and great numbers of which the members of the human family rejoice in as their com mon privilege; but this does not alter the question, because we find that man as a grega rious animal associates onlv with those' whoae tastes arc identical with the class to which . f- ealLl lUtUl lJ Uaiiij lULVUCVi UUt ail.uiaiij by education, delights in ; this dividing Kcijjp . " ety by strong lines ol demarcation in accorr ance with a law which has not been deci vet i. more incanable of alteration than Oil . 1 T - - " . I J ' " oi ine meaes anu xrersiaus ui oiu... . - Cli- - ' We have said, but particularly by educt as we consider wis a greater iuicrum. wan-, A xl A , physical one wished for by Archimedes tv raise the world. Has not education raise the world? Look back into history, and com pare the vast improvements in everything con nected with one mundane system, and all mat ters, contingencies, on man's probationary state, and we can alone trace these advantages to Education. - "" The value of education might indeed appear to be an axiom, but we regret to think that there are yet persons in the community "who 'fail to conceive the blessings that education bestows on mankind, and with shame be it confessed, some also who think that morals are made worse by its application, and allow their children to grow up as untutored weeds in this great garden of God's providence. To those we would suggest the impossibility of their offspring ever rising either to fame a mong men, or to be useful members of the community, failing as they assuredly will, to carry out that manifest destiny to which every individual has been called, and finally unable to give an account of the proper appropriation of the talents whether two, five or ten, that have been committed to their charge. Beautiful Extract. Go out beneath the arched heaven in night' profound gtobm, and say, if you can, "There is no God. "Pronounce the dread blasphemy and each star above you will reprove you for your unbroken darkness of intellect every voice that floats upon the night, will bewail your utter hopelessness and despair. Is there no God ? Who, then, unrolled that blue scroll, and threw upon its high frontispiece the legi ble gleaning of immortality 1 Who fashioned this green earth, with its perpetual rolling wa ters and its expands of islands and the main ? Who paved the heavens with clouds, and attu ned amid banners of storms the voice of thun ders, and unchained the lightnings that linger and lurk, and flash in their gloom ? Who gave the eaghfa state eyrie where the tempests dwell and beat strongest, and the dove a tranquil a bode amid the forest that ever echoes to the minstrelsy of her raoaa ? . Who . made light pleasant to thee, and the darkness a covering and a herald to the 'first flash of morning f Who gave thee matchless symmetry of sini"'" and limbs? The regular flowing of-Mt : - irrepressible and daring '"qwIT and love! And yet the thunders or aveu and the waters of earth are calmed I Thev re main, but the bow'of reconciliation hangs out , above ana beneath them. . And it were better that the limitless waters, and the strong moun tains were convulsed and commingled togeth er it were better that the very stars were con. flagerated by fire, or shrouded in eternal gloom, than one soul should be lost while Mercy kneels and pleads for it beneath the Altar of Interces sion. - . . . The young man to whom the world owes a living, has been turned out of doors his land lady not being able to take the indebtedness oi ine world on her shoulders. A woman in attempting to conjugate a xerK said: I will marry, thou wilt . marry, 'ie '".. marry, you will marry, they will jrryy and we will all feed the babies toger"-" ' -:s V! j --it - ij 'j ' "3 ; - -Jl X J A V
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