Cubberd Allen Wiggit-Galt, Etcetera.

There's two of me now, an' it's twice the amount I must be dhrinkin'.

I swear, I feel a thirst risin' that minds me o' Ingy in the hills, an' the mess o' the Rile Irish wance again." "You'll be going away," said Franklin, sadly, as he rose and took Battersleigh by the hand.

"You'll be going away and leaving me here alone--awfully alone." "Ned," said the tall Irishman, rising and laying, a hand upon his shoulder, "don't ye belave I'll be lavin' ye.

I've seen the worrld, an' I must see it again, but wance in a while I'll be comin' around here to see the best man's country on the globe, an' to meet agin the best man I ivver knew.