MR.

MORTIMER GOES THROUGH THE TURNPIKE.
"I hear thee speak of the happy land." Swan looked down as Miss Crampton and Miss Christie emerged into the garden.
"Most impertinent of Swan," he heard the former say, to be arguing thus about political affairs in the presence of the children.

And what Mr.
Mortimer can be thinking of, inviting young Crayshaw to stay so much with them, I cannot imagine.

We shall be having them turn republican next." "Turn republican!" repeated Miss Christie with infinite scorn; "there's about as much chance of that as of his ever seeing his native country again, poor laddie; which is just no chance at all." Crayshaw at this moment inquired of Swan, who had mounted his ladder step by step as Miss Crampton went on, "Is the old girl gone in?
And what was she talking of ?" "Well, sir, something about republican institootions." "Ah! and so you hate them like poison ?" "Yes, in a manner of speaking I do.

But I've been a-thinking," continued Swan, taking the nails out of his lips and leaning in at the window, "I've been a-thinking as it ain't noways fair, if all men is ekal--which you're allers upholding--that you should say Swan, and I should say Mister Crayshaw." "No, it isn't," exclaimed Crayshaw, laughing; "let's have it the other way.