Fiddlestrings used to be made of catgut.

Major Pack-Beresford and other officers were shot down, and every unhorsed man remained necessarily as a prisoner under the very muzzles of the riflemen in the donga.

Though a Cup of cold water from ſome hand may not be without it's reward, yet ſtick not thou for Wine and Oyl for the Wounds of the Distreſſed, and treat the poor, as our Saviour did the Multitude, to the reliques of ſome baskets.

Confused for the moment by Podson's impersonation of a genteel stranger making an afternoon call, she now recognized his gentle fluff of whiskers, and dived at Jasper to cover her embarrassment. With Jasper out of action, Podson was able to raise his hat punctiliously and say, Good afternoon.