At length he said, feebly, “Betty, my dear, make down the bed, and help me to it—it will be the last time.”

How her face ust to look, in the twilight, / As I tuck her to spellin’; and she / Kep’ a-hummin’ that song ’tel I ast her, / Pine-blank, ef she ever missed me!

Pass me the salt, would you dear?

Moreover, necessary and sufficient conditions for (A natural _RB,𝛼⊗𝛽) to be a cobraided Hom-Hopf algebra are given..