Old Slowe was, in certain preponderating respects, much to be preferred to the stalworth fireworker, Mr.
Lieutenant O'Flaherty.

And the two gentlemen were upon her list.

Two strings to a bow is a time-honoured provision.

Cupid often goes so furnished.

If the first snap at the critical moment, should we bow-string our precious throttles with the pieces?
Far be it from us! Let us waste no time in looking foolish; but pick up the gray-goose shaft that lies so innocently at our feet among the daisies; and it's odds but the second plants it i' the clout.' The lover, the hero of the piece, upon whose requited passion and splendid settlements the curtain goes down, is a _role_ not always safely to be confided to the genius and discretion of a single performer.