And the gel, you know, as freckened as freckened, Because of coorse she navar reckoned But Misthriss Banks could do the jeel ¹ She was braggin she could, and she'd take and kneel On her bended knees, and she'd cuss — the baste ! […] ¹ Damage.

It was at the end of February, […] when the world was cold, and a bitter wind howled down the moors […].

That was his tenth professional century.

Whence comes it, that in Christendome there has been, almost from the time of the Apostles, such justling of one another out of their places, both by forraign, and Civill war? such stumbling at every little asperity of their own fortune, and every little eminence of that of other men?