The last accounts from Mr. Moncrieff left him at Cashmere. From that place he sent to ask permission of the Government of Kashgar to go to Buchara, to purchase horses. This was refused, and he was obliged to take another route and proceed through Cabul.

Thou fool, I ne'er do things by halves, Farthings are made for Irish slaves; No brass for me, it must be gold, Or fifty pounds in silver told.

some Trees , that they are fatidical, these come to foretell, at leastwise to wish you, as the season invites me, a good New-year

Children can pamper the fluffies in the pets' corner […]