It ain't as much as I expected to make in this speculation; but, on the whole, I consider it a pretty tolerable fair stroke of business." "Thank God!" the woman whispered, "thank God! I shall see my lost darling once before I die!" "Now don't you go and take on, Mrs.Denover," observed Mr.Parmalee, "or you'll use yourself up, you know, and then you won't be able to travel to-morrow.

And after to-morrow, and after you see your---- Well, my lady, there's the other little trip back to Uncle Sam's domains you've got to make; for you ain't a-going to stay in England and pester that poor young lady's life out ?" "No," said Mrs.Denover, mournfully--"no, I will never trouble her again.

Only let me see her once more, and I will go back to my native land and wait until the merciful God sends me death." "Oh, pooh!" said the artist; "don't you talk like that--it kind of makes my flesh creep, and there ain't no sense in it.

There's Aunt Deborah, down to our section--you remind me of her--she was always going on so, wishing she was in heaven, or something horrid, the whole time.

It's want of victuals more than anything else.