No wax-candle can shine like two childish eyes!

Hang me, if I do not fancy I ſtill hear that confounded Noiſe, which made my Guts wamble in my Belly! Faith and Troth, I found that Bout that my Mothers Son was in Quake-breech fear.

I just read five attempts at episodic novels — has nobody heard of a plot anymore?

NO western novel breathing of heroism and reverberating with the crack of pistols in the hands of be-chapped and be-stetsoned heroes would be deemed complete without a mention of the above animal—the coyote.