I button my coat; I raise my arms; I straighten my form, and they flee away--flee like the mists of the morning, and over yonder mountain-top, fade in the far blue sky.

And now, my dear sir, don't make an ass of yourself, but sit down.

Thank you, sir.

I make you my obeisance.

I retire." Mr.Belcher's addresses to himself were growing less frequent among the excitements of new society.