Harper's new monthly magazine . professed a prop-er amount of sympathy for so great a calamity, andventured to inquire whether accident or the torchof the incendiary had wrought such ruin. Haow? inquired Rustica. Was it the work of an incendiary ? I repeated. She looked at me with a puzzled air for a mo-ment, and then, No, said she, slowly shaking her head, no:some one sot fire to it! I held in by a strong effort; but feeling that anexplosion was imminent, I rushed madly away. The above reminds us of Mrs. MGibbonss coun-try girl. When Mrs. M. was preparing to act JaneShore, at Liverpool, her d
Harper's new monthly magazine . professed a prop-er amount of sympathy for so great a calamity, andventured to inquire whether accident or the torchof the incendiary had wrought such ruin. Haow? inquired Rustica. Was it the work of an incendiary ? I repeated. She looked at me with a puzzled air for a mo-ment, and then, No, said she, slowly shaking her head, no:some one sot fire to it! I held in by a strong effort; but feeling that anexplosion was imminent, I rushed madly away. The above reminds us of Mrs. MGibbonss coun-try girl. When Mrs. M. was preparing to act JaneShore, at Liverpool, her dresser, an ignorant coun-try girl, informed her that a woman had called torequest two box orders because she and her daugh-ter had walked four miles on purpose to see theplay. Does she know me? inquired the mis-tress. Not at all, was the reply. What avery odd request! exclaimed Mrs. MGibbons : hasthe good woman got her faculties about her? Ithink she have, maam, for I see she ha got some-thing tied up in a red silk NEW READINGS OF AN OLD AUTHOR. 1
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