Bones, molars, and briefs . ll he iiu^hi nut make such a about Ragles face be-cause I thought it might hurl him. Mrs. Hill, although uncouth looking, is very kind and sociable, .\fler the doctor had gone cjul the pig-pen she took me into the office and gave me a glass of Hills best cawn licker. Idrank it and called for another, and as I did it 1 felt a sharp, excruciating pain radiating through myback, starting in one of the flanks. Then I called for another, another and another, each time the lanci-nating pain in my back increasing in severity. Then I noticed Mrs. Hill graduall
Bones, molars, and briefs . ll he iiu^hi nut make such a about Ragles face be-cause I thought it might hurl him. Mrs. Hill, although uncouth looking, is very kind and sociable, .\fler the doctor had gone cjul the pig-pen she took me into the office and gave me a glass of Hills best cawn licker. Idrank it and called for another, and as I did it 1 felt a sharp, excruciating pain radiating through myback, starting in one of the flanks. Then I called for another, another and another, each time the lanci-nating pain in my back increasing in severity. Then I noticed Mrs. Hill gradually transformed into abeautiful woman. With a face of lily beau a form of airy out of my tobacco .\s a genii from a vase;Rut ah! my dream is brokenBy a step upon ihe st:iir,\. lo. the door is opene<l .d my wife was standmg with eagerness and rapture .Ml my visions I resignTo greet the living presence Of that o|^^t^^^>tv^^r^^^iv^\^^^*^^/^^^t^^i^^^ 10 GRINDS. UNIVERSITY- FACULTY NURSKS: SI:NI0RS: JUNIORS: SOPHS. JkliSl Where eldest NightAnd chars, ancesturs of , ImldEternal anarchy amidst the noiseOf endless wars. She taught the child to read, and taught so well,Tliat she herself, by teaching, learned to spell. Auld nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O;Her pentice han she tried on man,.d then she made the lasses, O. Whence is thy learning? thy toilOer books consumed the midnight oil? —Gay. The times have been That, when tjie brains were out, the man would die. —Shakespeare. I heard a hollow sound; who rapped myskull? Oh, dance with glee, For what know we Of things that are and things to be? -Mdton. —Byron. -Burns
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