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THE .-COLUMBIA - SPY
A SCENE FROM AN UNPUBLISHED
TRAGEDY.
The stage represents a Tea-Garden in the neigh
borhood of London.
The following scene is from an unpublished
tragedy, the authorship of which can be assigned
to no living writer. It combines much of the
philosophising spirit ()fon; a great deal of the mys
tery of a second, and all that terseness for which a
third is so eminent. Who the first, second and
third are, to whom we allude, it would not perhaps
be delicate to indicate.
Enter RINALDO disguised as a Waiter.
Rinaldo (musing.) It must be—no, it mustn't
—yes, it must,
Though " must" might after all be only " may;"
But "may" and " must" are very MUCII alike,
And after all what " must" be "may" be too.
Onwards I drag my miserable life,
My large estates in Italy arc sold,
My title to a Marquisate is lost,
My wife and children I have left belund,
My creditors have sought for me in vain,
While I—but •tis no matter—l am here.
Enter JENKINS at the back of the Stage.
Jenkins. Waiter—a glass of gin-and -water, lint !
Rinaldo (not seeing him.) Alas—my native
land ' Thy limpid streams—
Thy marble palaces—thy verdant vales :
Thy laughing rivers, thy sequestered groves—
Thy lofty mountains—thy delightful slopes—
Thy hills, thy pine-apples, thy—
Jenkins (striking him on the back) Iloilo!
Waiter !
Rinaldo (seizing him by the throat.) Caitiff! If
1. N. RISDON
thou hadst known the ancient honor
That, starlike, decit'd the old ancestral line
To which Rinaldo owes his proud descent,
Thou wouldst not dare—
(Recollecting himself, and )eleasing JENtass.]
Excuse me, sir, your orders ?
Jenkins. I ordered gin-and-water.
Rinaldo (hurriedly.) ('old without?
Jenkins. Warm with—
RINALDO (musing.)
Ay, it is hotter warm than cold.
Jenkins. I did not ask thee which was better,
Arra!),
I only bid thee bring me what I wish'd.
Ilmst.no (with much emotion.)
Behold that tree! it bath a goodly air,
And seems to tower in native majesty
Towards the very sky, as if 'twould clutch
Within its branches even heaven itself.
While ever and anon the light-winged bird
Darts from the vaulted dome of azure blue,
And, like a thing of light and loveliness,
Descends at last upon the withered branch
Of that old tree—and makes his humble home
In a mere common nest of casual straw,
Lined with the fleecy treasures left behind
By foolish sheep, in browsing near a hedge.
[it long pause.
Jenkins. Proceed ! Your story interests me
much.
Rinaldo. It is no story—it is a bitter truth ;
For truth is bitter, call it what you will;
And in its bitterness there isa taste
Which years of after-sweetness can't wash out.
Hast tasted bitterness ?
Jenkins. Waiter I should think so!
Rinaldo. "Waiter"—thou host touched a hun.
died thousand chords
Within my bosom. Strained them all at once,
And with the discord almost cracked my heart.
Jenkins. La calm—
Masco° (laughing hysterically.)
Be calm ! I think you said "be calm.'.
Go ask the avalanche, just us it falls,
To think it over, and continue fixed.
Bid the wild wave restrain its violence,
And lie quite flat upon the boundless MI.
Demand of the loud thunder when it roars,
To be so good as to just to hold its tongtte.
Entreat the vivid lightning not to flash.—
When such requests you've regularly made,
And they've been every one attended to,
Then, if you come and ask me—l'll be calm.
Jenkins. Will you ?
Rinaldo.- As Heaven's my witness, sir, I will
Jenkins. But now the gin-and-water—
Rinaldo. You arc right.
More . gin.and-water must be drunk to-night.
[ Exeunt.
A 131.9 w Ur.—Tupffer in one of his stories, re
lates the following : " They had told me a story
below about the rocky furrow I was ascending; and
this I believe is the right place for repeating it.
Eighteen smugglers, each carrying a bag of Helene
gunpowder, were travelling that way. The last of
the file, perceiving that his sack diminished sensi.
big in weight, whereat he was quite disposed to re
rejoice, when it occurred to him to suspect shrewdly
that the lightening of the load arose possibly from
the bulk. It was only too true, a long train of
powder appeared on the track he had pursued. This
was a loss in the first place; but what was worse,
it was a token which might betray the march of
the band, and his business. He cried hall, and
and thereupon his seventeen comrades sat them-
selves down, each on his sack, to drink a dropand
wipe their faces.
"Meanwhile, the other, the shrewd one, retraced
his steps, till he came to the beginning of his train
of powder. lie reached it after two hours walking,
and set fire to it with his pipe, in order to destroy
the clue. Two minutes afterwards he heard a su
perb explosion, which reverberating from the rocky
mountain walls, rolling through the valleys, and
ascending the gorges, caused him a marvelous nor.
prise; it was the seventeen sacks which/ad been
fired by the train and had bounced into the air v car.
eying with them the seventeen fathers.of families
thateremscated upon them." , . . •
AND LANCASTER AND YORK COUNTY RECORD.
COLUMBIA, PA. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1847.
THE DAUGHTER.
A TALE OF TWEEDMOUTH MOOR
When the tyranny of the last James drove his
subjects to take up arms against him, one of the
most formidable enemies to his usurpations was
Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the present Earl
Dundonald. Ire was tone of the most prominent
actors in Argyle's rebellion, and for ages a settled
gloom hung over the house of the Campbells,
enveloping in common ruin all who united their
fortune in the cause of its chieftains. The same
doom encompassed Sir John Cochrane. Ire was
surrounded by the king's troops—long, deadly, and
desperate was his resistance, but at length, over
powered by numbers, be was taken prisoner, tried,
and condemned to die upon the scaffold. He had
hut a few days to live, and his jailor waited the
arrival of his death-warrant to lead him forth to I
execution. His family and his friends had visited I
him in prison, and exchanged with hint the last,
the long, the heart-rending farewell. But there
was one who was the pride of his eye and his
house, even Grizel, the daughter of his love.—
Twilight was casting a gloom over the grating of
his prison-house; he was mourning for a last look
of his favorite child, and his head was pressed
against the cold, damp wall of his cell, to cool the
feverish pulsations that shot through it like strings
of fire, when the door of his apartment turned 011
its unwieldy hinges, and his keeper entered, follow
ed by a young and beautiful lady. Her person
was tall, and commanding, her eyes dark, bright,
and tearless; but their very brightness spoke oft
sorrow—of sorrow too deep to be wiped away—
and her raven tresses were parted over an empty
brow, clear and pure as the polished marble. The
unhappy captive raised his head as they entered.
"My child! my own Grin'!" he exclaimed, and
she fell upon his bosom.
".My father! my dear father !" sobbed the mis
erablc maiden, as she dashed away the tear that
accompanied the words.
"Your interview must be short—very short,"
said the jailor as he turned and left them for a
few minutes together.
" God help and comfort thee, my daughter :"
added the unhappy father, and he held her to his
breast, and imprinted a kiss upon her brow.
"I feared that I should die without bestowing
my last blessing upon the head of my own child,
and that stung me more than death—but thou art
come! and the last blessing of thy wretched
—"
"Nay, forbear I" she exclaimed; "not thy last!
my father shall not die."
"Be calm! be calm, my child !" returned he;
"would to - heaven that I could comfort thee, my
own—my own! But there is no hope; within
three days thou and all my little ones will bo —"
Fatherless, he would have said, but the words
died on his tongue.
"Three days ?" repeated she, raising her head
from his breast, but eagerly pressing his hand,
"my father shall live! Is not my grandfather the
friend of Father Petre, the confessor and master of
the King 7 From him he shall beg the life of his
son, and father shall not die."
"Nay, nay, my Grizel," returned he," be not
deceived, there is no hope ; already my doom - is
scaled ; already the King has signed the order for
my execution, and the messenger of death is on
his way."
" Yet my father shall not dic 7" she repeated
emphatically, and clasping her hands together.—
..Heaven speed a daughter's purpose !"shia exclaim
ed; and turning to her father, said eamly—"we
part now, but we shall meet again."
"What would lily child 7" enquired ha eagerly,
gazing anxiously on her face.
"Ask not now," she replied, " my father, ask not
now ; but pray for me—but not with thy last bless-
ing." -
Ile premed her hand to his heart, and wept upon
her neck. In a few moments the jailor entered,
and they were torn from the arms of each other.
On the evening of the second day after the
interview we have mentioned, a wayfaring man
crossed the drawbridge at Berwick from the
North, and proceeded down Marygate, sat down to
rest upon a bench by the door of an hostelry on
the side of the street, nearly fronting where what
was called tho ''•lan guard' stood. He did not enter
the inn, for it was above his apparent condition,
being that which Oliver Cromwell had made his
head.qnarters a few years before, and where, at
some earlier period, James the Sixth had taken up
Its residence when on his way to enter on the
sovereignty of England. The traveller wore a
coarse jerkin, fastened round his body by a leathern
girdle, and over it a small cloak, composed of
equally plain materials. Flc was evidently a yonny,
man, but his beaver was drawn down so as almost
to conceal his features. In one hand he carried a
small bundle, and in the other a pilgrim's staff:—
Having called for a glass of wine, he took a crust
of bread from his bundle, and after resting a few
minutes rose to depart. The shades of night were
setting in, and it threatened to be a night of storms.
The heavens were gathering black, the clouds
rushing from the sea, sudden gusts of wind were
moaning along the streets, accompanied by heavy
drops of rain, and the face of Tweed Wss troubled.
"Heaven help thee, if thou inendeet to go far
in such a night as this," said the sentinel at the
-English gate, as the traveller passed him and pro
ceeded to cross the liridge.
In a few minutes he was upon the borders of
the wide, desolate and dreary moor of Tweeilmouth,
which, for miles, presented a desert of whim., fern,
stunted heath, here and there covered with brush
wood. He slowly toiled over the steep hill, brav
ing the storm, which now raged in its wildest fury.
The rain fell in torrents, and therwind howled as a
•legion of 'famished wolves:l/tiding' its- doleful and'
angry echoes over .tbe beatia. Still the stranger
pushed onward until he proceeded two or three
miles from Berwick, when, as if unable longer to
brave the storm, he sought shelter amidst the crab
nd bramble bushes by the way-side. Nearly an
hour had passed since he sought the imperfect re
fuge, and the storm had increased together, when a
horse's feet were heard splashing along the road.—
The rider bent his head to the blast. Suddenly his
horse was grasped by the bridle; the rider raised
his head, and the traveller stood before him, holding
a pistol to his breast.
" Dismount!" cried the stranger, sternly.
The horseman, benumbed, and stricken with
fear, made an eftbrt to reach his arms; but in a
moment the hand of the robber quitted the bridle,
grasped the breast of the rider, and dragged him to
the ground. He fell heavily on his face, and for
several minutes remained senseless.. The stranger
seized the leathern bag which contained the mail
for the North, and flinging it on his shoulder rush
ed across the heath.
Early on the following morning the inhabitants
of Berwick were hurrying in groups to the spot
were the robbery had been committed, but no trace
of the robber could be obtained.
Three days had passed, and Sir John Cochrane
yet lived. The mail which contained his death
warrant had been robbed, and before another order
fin• his execution could be given, the intercession of
his father, the Earl of Dundonald, with the King's
confessor, might be successful. Grizel now be
came almost his constant companion in prison,
and spoke to him words of comfbrt. Nearly four.
teen days had passed since the protracted hope in
the bosom of the prisoner became more and more
bitter than his first. despair. But even that hope,
bitter as it was, perished. The intercession had
been unsuccessful, and a second time the bigoted
and would-be despotic monarch, signed the war
rant for his death, and a little more than another
day that warrant would resell the prison.
" The will of Heaven be done t" groaned the
captive.
"Amen!" returned Grizel, with wild vehemence,
"but my father shall not die!"
Again the rider with the mail reached Tweed.
mouth, and a second time he bore with him the
doom of Cochrane. He spurred his horse to the
utmost speed; he looked cautiously before, behind
and around him, and in his right hand he carried
a pistol ready to defend himself. The moon shed
a ghastly light across the heath, rendering deso
lation visible, and giving a spiritual embodiment to
every shrub. He was turning the angle of a
strangling copse, when his horse reared at the re
port of a pistol, the tiro seemed to dash in its very
eyes. At the same moment his own pistol (lashed,
and his horse reared more violently, and he was
driven from the saddle. In a moment the foot of
the robber was upon his breast, who, bending over
him and brandishing a short dagger in his hand,
said :
"Give me thioo arms or die l"
The heart or the Icing's servant failed within
him, and without venturing a reply, ho did as he
was commanded.
"Now, go thy way," cried tho robber, sternly,
"but Icavo ma thy horse, and leave me tho mail
bag,,lcst a worse thing come upon thee."
The man, therefore, arose, and proceeded towards
Berwiek,trembling; and the robber, mounting the
horse which he had loft, rode rapidly across the
heath.
Preparations were making for the execution of
Sir John Cochrane—the officers of the law waited
only the arrival of the mail, with his second death
warrant, to lead him to the scaffold, and the tidings
arrived that the mail had again been robbed. For
yet foul teen days the life of the prisoner would be
prolonged. Ile again fell on the neck of his
daughter, and wept and said :
"It is good—the hand of heaven is in this.
"Said I not," replied the maiden, and for the
first time wept aloud,—" that my father should not
die!"
The fourteen days were not yet passed when
the prison door flow open, and the old Earl of
Dundonald rushed to the arms of his son. His
intercession with the confessor had at length been
successful; and after twice signing the warrant for
the execution of Sir John, which had as often
failed in reaching its destination, the King had
soiled his pardnn. Ire hurried with his father
from the prison to his own !mine—his family were
clinging around bins shedding tears of jay; and
they were marvelling with gratitude at the myste.
riots° providence that had twice intercepted the
mail, when a stranger craved an audience. Sir
John desired him to be admitted, and the the rob
ber entered. Ile was hahited, as we have before
dcscribcd,with is coarse jerkin, but his ben ring was
above his condition. On entering he slightly
touched his beaver, but remained covered.
" When you have perused these," said he, taking
two papers from his bosom, "cast them into the
tire!"
Sir John glanced on them, started, and became
pale—they wore his death warrants.
"My deliverer:" exclaimed lie," how shall I
thank thee—how repay the preserver of my life 7
My father, my children, thank hint for ma 7"
The old F.ral grasped the hands of the stranger,
the children embraced his knees, and ho burst into
tears.
"By what name; eagerly enquired Si rJohn,
"shall I Fall my deliverer 7"
The stranger wept aloud, and raising his beaver
the raven tresses of Gricel Cochrane fell upon the
cloak.
"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed tho astonished
and enymptraz-1 father—"my own child! my own
Grind!"
MODZST9 to the female character is like saltpetre
to beef, imparting a 'blush labile It pooterwes ita
portly.
ONE OP THE WHOYS IN A BOOK
STORE
"Say you got any stories 'inung these 'era
darned things 9"
This was said a day or two since, to the young
man in the book -store, by a six-foot, slab-sided
wiry -haired fellow, with a wool hat turned up all
round, red flannel shirt, alcoves rolled up, and look
ing as though he had just been dug out of a coal
pit.
" Yes, sir, a good many," replied the young gnu
tleman.
" Well, just shell out some o' your biggest, wil
ye ?"
"What kind would you like 7"
"Any thing fast rate—l don't care a darn what
it is.' •
"There is a. very good one, sir,—.The Chronicles
of Clovernook," by Douglas Jerrold."
"Clover granny! we've got clover enough to
hum ; don't want that."
" Here is another good one; perhaps you will like
this, 'The Wigwam and the Cabin. "
"Go to grass with yourlog cabins; don't talk to
me abont'em. Igo in for the Tcaicos, clean up
t' the hub,—
(Sings)
• The Mlle Mar of Texas you triad to Inoßll away,
It served to light us while we skinned you, Mr. Cooney
Clay."
Well, sir, here's 'Mount Sorel ; how will that
suit 7"
"Thunder and Guinea!—if they ain't writin'
stories about sheep swell If they don't beat me,
any how! Say, mister, I'll bet a cent that story's
as Batas a pancake:"
"How would you like this, sir; 'Love and Mes
merism,' by Horace Smith. Smith, you known, is
a good writer."
"Yes, I 'apect he is, but I don't believe in Mes
merism, no how. There's a woman down here to
Byron that had better get that; she's the all•fired
est professor you ever heerd on, end no mistake
Say, did you ever see her 1"
"No, sir, never did. Here is a capital romance,
by &diver, sir, .Rienzi, the last of' the Tribunes.' "
"Last of the Tribunes—they hain't stopped
printin that pizcn thing, have they 7 there's a pesky
lot on 'cm taken up to our settlement ; but they're
gittin' sick on't and I don't blieve they'll Stan' it
a grut while longer, any how."
"Nell, here's a book on travels, perhaps will
please you, 'Cheever's Pilgrim in the Shadow of
the Jungfrau.' "
"Jung what ?"
"Jungfran—a mountain—one of the Alps,"
" Well, if I ever heerd a mountain called by sich
a name as that afore."
"It is a very interesting work, indeed, sir; it is
said-to be a—"
" I •xpcct it is, but I guess I shan't go
into it now."
"I am afraid, sir, we shall be unable to please
you. I've named over some of our best light
readmg. Here is one more, however, a novel by
James."
"Jim who?"
"Mr. James, the celebrated writer—it is called
.11eidelberg."
"Straddlebug! I don't want none uf your Strad
dlebtig novels. Look-a-here, now, haint you gut
the life and adventur's of Jemimy Wilke'son, or
Stephen Burroughs, or Intel Putman, or any o'
them 'ere old chaps I want suth'thin real sa-
ISE
"Somothinig of that kind ?"
" Yes, stith•thin on the thunder and lightnin'
order."
"We've got the very work, sir—this is it; 'The
Cast le of Ehrenstain'—it's all full of ghost stories."
"That's yer sort—throw her over—what's the
damage ?"
"Twenty-five cents."
"Real savige, is it?"
" Yes, sir—blue as an indigo bag."
"There's your speller. If I don't go right burn
and read it all strut through."—Batacia Spirit of
the Times.
Braw-or OF MttLEnism.—A year or two ago,
when the Millcrite fanaticism was at its height,
Mr. B—, an eccentric old gentleman in one of
our western towns, was walking in the hall of the
village inn, listening at the same time, to the talk of
a distinguished "disciple," who was prophesying the
prompt fulfilment of Miller's calculations, Mr. B.
stopped, and in his short bitter way, asked:
Do you really think now the world is soon corn.
ing to an end 1'
Certainly, I do.'
And on the twenty-fifth of April 7 ,
As much, sir, as I believe in my own existence.
'And you really pretend to believe there's to he
a regular smash of the whole world in less than
three weeks 1'
' Yes, sir.'
Well, sir, I'm d—d glad of it! I consider this
experiment of Man a mtserable failure, and the
sooner it is broken up the better !'
Saying this, the old gentleman stalked. off, mut.
tcring imprecations on the human race in genera:.
—Knickerbocker.
I=l=
Denman: A Posrrion.--An elderly maiden lady,
with a pride above being dependent upon a wealth
ier relation, retired daily to her chamber to pray
for a comfortable compentency, which she always
explained in these words, with a more clorated
voice :
"And least. 0! lord,thou should not understand
what I moan, I mean four hundred a year, paid
quarterly."
An apple tree on the farm of William Thurber.
2d, now in blossom for the third time this
! A.buneh of the flowers bare • been sent
us by Mr. T.—Pror. Herald.
[WHOLE NUMBER. 911
THE DEMAGOGUE.—The mere politican is tho
pest of our civil and political system. His motto is
"policy is the best honesty, and all is fair in poli
tics." He searches for the faults of his opponents,
and is blind to the perception of virtue or disinter
estedness. He believes that every man has his
price and sells himself to the highest bidder. He be
lieves honesty and disinterestedness " all humbug,"
yet no man can talk more vociferously of his own
patriotism and sincerity than himself. With most
obsequious bow and oily compliments for every one
who has patronage or suffrage, he goes about with
cat-like step, and caves.dropping ear ever open to
the first whisperings of rumor; his stealthy eye,
like that of the lurking snake, peering for its unsus
pecting victim. To compass his object he will
crawl like a worm in the dirt, or wallow like a
crocodile through mud and mire, and is so much
like the snake that he can't move in a right line.—
He goes with his party as the pilot fish does with
the shark, that he my have its leavings. Char
acter with him is nothing; to reach his object, ha
would trample his opponents in the duet ; yea, like
tire hyena, exhume the dead and dispoil the sepul
chre. He can quote scripture and sing psalms
with the pious, b a ndy oaths and low jests wit h black
guards, and walk arm in arm with a ruffian. He
is the artful dodger who, as he strides the fence,
shakes hands on both sides, and courts a bid. Ho
knows all the tactics and appliances of party, and
how to excite the passions and prejudices of the
rabble, and "squats like a toad" whispering in the
car of power. The adroit shuffler and critter of the
political pack; the panderer to cliques and regencies
he cares not what becomes of his country, so that
he gets a share of the loaves and fishes. Catalino
would have made him his most confidential con.
spirator, while he would have been the first to for
sake or betray him; better villains ascend the scaf
fold, while he mounts the political ladder, and even
warms himself in the President's Cabinet.
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A SINGLE COMBAT AT I.''ATERLOO.—A powerful
Highlander, Lieut. John Stuart, made himself con
spicuous by a hand.to.hand encounter, which, had
he been less active and resolute, must have proved
his last. During ens of those lulls which occur in
all general actions, Stuart and his men lay, in
skirmishing order, behind a hedge. About sixty
or a hundred yards in front of them, lining in liko
manner a ditch or hollow, a body of French timil
leurs had taken post, and each party continued for
a while to watch without molesting the other. At
lust a French officer rose out of his own ditch, and,
either because he really desired to encourage his
men, or for the mere purpose of bravado, advanced
some space in their front, waved his sword. It
would have been easy enough to pick him oft for
the Rifles needed no instruction as marksmen in
those days; but Stuart would not premit that; on
the contrary, his orders were, "Men, keep quiet!"
while he himself sprang through the hedge, and
ran to meet the French officer. The latter did not
shun the duel. He, too, was a tall and amive.look
ing man, and in his rapier he had a decided adian.
toga over Stuart, who was armed with a very
crooked sabre which it was the fashion in those
days fur officers of the Rifle corps to carry. The
combatants met, and so badly tempered was
Stuart's weapon, that, at the first pass, it broke off
not far from the hilt. The Frenchman saw his
advantage, and prepared to use it. He flourished
his sword as if in defiance, and made a lunge at
his advcsary's body, which, however, the Highland
er received in his left. arm, and, before a second
thrust could be administered, the two men close•
It was the struggle of a moment, and no more—
Stuart bore his enemy to thlt earth, and, with the
piece of his sabre, slew him.—Gleig's Battle of
Waterloo.
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'FRENCH ANECDOTE OF ENGLISH LIBERTY.--11l
Certain eel de sac in London, the houses arc prop
ped up by beams across the street; such a conveni
ence was irresistible to the English penchant for
hanging, and in the month of November it was no
uncommon thing tosoe four or five gentlemen sus
pended side by side; this attracted the notice of the
police; who stationed a sentry to put a stop to the
practice ; lie was not long at his post before a gen
tleman approached, and deliberately threw his rope
over the beam, and begin to adjust it ; the sentinel
observed, "Sir, it is not permitted to hang here,'
"How !" exclaimed the other, " not permitted to
hang Pray, what has become of English liberty t"
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CAP PATETL—This term, an abrevintion of fools
cap, is detived from the water mark introduced
upon paper by t he parliament of the Commonwealth,
whioh was a foolscap and bells, in mockery of the
Royal arms first used as water mark by Charles
Ist. Hence the term fooltesp paper subsiding into
"cap." Post paper was so called in contradistinc.
Lion because used to send by "post" or mail.
COOO t—A. poor little girl had one of her fingers
badly injured by a " Straw Cutter" at the Fair of
the American Institute last. week. Her ease excit.
cd much sympathy, and in addition to the dona
tions from visitors the entire receipts of Satur
day, the last day of the fair, were generally ap
propriated for her benefit, by the managers. From
these sources she was put in possession of the
munificent sum of $l,5OO!—N. Y. Express.
.1.4 II 4,!..0.11,••••--
A dozen children may *cern a large family with
our folks who are moderate, remarked Mrs. Part.
ingtnn ; but my poor dear husband used to tall a.
story of a woman in some part of the world whore
he stopped one night, who had nineteen children in
five years; or five children in 19 years, I don't to.
collect which, but L remember it was one or 'tether.
The question is agitated of running homeopathic
doctors for magistrates, justice in small doses being
desired among certain Owe&