The next act of the drama is a notice on the hall door, with a coffin at the top; and the piece closes with a charge of slugs in your body, as you are on your road to mass.

Now, if I had the making of the laws, the first fellow I'd lay hands on would be the newspaper writer.

Eh, Master Atlee, am I right ?' 'I go with you to the furthest extent, my lord.' 'I vote we hang Joe, then,' cried Dick.

'He is the only member of the fraternity I have any acquaintance with.' 'What--do you tell me that you write for the papers ?' asked my lord slyly.
'He's quizzing, sir; he knows right well I have no gifts of that sort.' 'Here's dinner, papa.

Will you give Nina your arm?
Mr.Atlee, you are to take me.' 'You'll not agree with me, Nina, my dear,' said the old man, as he led her along; 'but I'm heartily glad we have not that great swell who dined with us yesterday.' 'I do agree with you, uncle--I dislike him.' 'Perhaps I am unjust to him; but I thought he treated us all with a sort of bland pity that I found very offensive.' 'Yes; I thought that too.