Madimarian , a Marabou, killed me a bullock; I give him one bottle of powder.

In the New-Year's days of the winters long ago, many was the romp I had with little Fanny. Gay and ringing—clear as bells of silver—was her New-Year laugh, as she peered into her stocking, in the early morning, and found the hundred beloved knickknackeries that the fabled Kris Kringle used to put there—so fond of the dear little creature was this bearded old friend of infancy.

Because he considereth, and turneth away from all his transgressions that he hath committed, he shall surely live, he shall not die.

He that hath knowledge, spareth his words: and a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit.