. The ball of yarn;. HARDLY NECESAEE. Be still you naughtychildens! pulling poormommys capens off herpoor headens, if eu do-nens be stillens, Ill whip-ens youse little bottensfor yousens, top now I tell-ens, if eu dosens Ill callthe old black sweepens totake childens offens! An absent-minded gen-tleman, on retiring atnight, put his dog to bedand kicked himself downstairs! He did not dis-cover his mistake till hewent to yelp, and the dogtried to snore Good morning, neigh-bor Brooks; a fine rainwe have had. Yes,neighbor, delightful. Ifit comes warm after this,we shall have every thingstarting ou
. The ball of yarn;. HARDLY NECESAEE. Be still you naughtychildens! pulling poormommys capens off herpoor headens, if eu do-nens be stillens, Ill whip-ens youse little bottensfor yousens, top now I tell-ens, if eu dosens Ill callthe old black sweepens totake childens offens! An absent-minded gen-tleman, on retiring atnight, put his dog to bedand kicked himself downstairs! He did not dis-cover his mistake till hewent to yelp, and the dogtried to snore Good morning, neigh-bor Brooks; a fine rainwe have had. Yes,neighbor, delightful. Ifit comes warm after this,we shall have every thingstarting out of the grounddirectly. Heaven for-bid—I have two REVOLUTION IN EUROPE. Guns and bludge-ons! Smoke and thun-der! you ought tohave Been how all thepeople riz for liberty!it-was like the moun-tains rolling downtill, or a hundreddogs a barking at afishermans wheelbar-?ow ! There was -hetallest swearing thatever you heered a-mongst the sons ofliberty, for the wsrldwas beginning to beregenerated, and allthem that had anything in their mone\bags was tarnallyfrightened. Comeon, says one boldcommander — << Comeon and die for theliberties of the peo-ple. Then I march-ed to the field to thetune of Marseilles, andcarried off a copper-kettle, two bed quilts,and a new silk gown from the enemy. RAW. By gingo! this ere is what theycall the great city o York. Illown something here. I wonder howmuch they would ask me for abouta dozen acres ont. I say, husband, if you dont getrid of that nasty dog Ill leave thehouse. Its a perfect nuisance. Justyou go and look at the dirt. O, Sally, dear, Ive sold Bullyfor ten dollars! You dont say so! Well,
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