Upon the granting of this, Mistress Matchwell and Dirty Davy--estranged for some time, as we have said,--embraced.

She forgot the attorney's disrespectful language, and he the lady's brass candlestick, and, over the punch-bowl of oblivion and vain glory, they celebrated their common victory.
Under advice, M.M.had acquiesced, pending her vigorous legal proceedings, in poor little Sally Nutter's occupying her bed-room in the house for a little while longer.

The beleagured lady was comforted in her strait by the worthy priest, by honest Dr.Toole, and not least, by that handsome and stalworth nymph, the daring Magnolia.

That blooming Amazon was twice on the point of provoking the dismal sorceress, who kept her court in the parlour of the Mills, to single combat.

But fortune willed it otherwise, and each time the duel had been interrupted in its formal inception, and had gone no further than that spirited prologue in which the female sex so faithfully preserve the tradition of those thundering dialogues which invariably precede the manual business of the Homeric fray.
This was the eve of a great triumph and a memorable gala.