Why, what of her? Di. Is loath'd as much as he. Phi.

Yes. Di. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him!

In the same gallery is the lovely Madonna of the Meyer family: inexpressibly touching and perfect in its way, but conveying only one of the attributes of Mary, her benign pity; while the Madonna di San Sisto is an abstract of all.

exclaimed the negro, as Sea-flower ceased reading; "dis am too good news for old black man live me!

The Piazza di San Marco is certainly the most beautiful thing of the kind in the world.

Dis is a free country for bofe black and white.'

Dis was a long narrow wool cloth an' it wropt 'roun' an' 'roun' dey legs an' fas'n at de top wid a string.

Se dis, Marshan, de brave Braine be garre.

But dis is a quare worl', anyway yer kin fix it," concluded the old man, with a weary sigh.

but old Bingo hab found many a bright sea-weed in his day, but dis am de sweetest sea-flower ob de whole.

" Kelley sat down, relighted his cigar, restored his feet to the table, picked up a paper, seemed about to resume reading, and then observed: "Dis is no infermation bureau, but I s'pose I might put yer onter a cove dat'd do der trick fer yer if yuse come down heavy wid der stuff.

"Dis is d' promise' lan'!" cried old Polete, waving his arms above his head in a wild ecstasy.

"Now we's done got aroun' 'em," said Nick; "we's done got aroun' de fust ones; we's done got aroun' 'em; dis is twicet

"Dis is my rabbit foot, suh.

"Kid, dis is ze new sailor.

"Dis ain't no prisum, Ma'am, I'se bin heah a long time 'mong dese triflin' niggahs.

Farmer Weitbreck was carried out of himself with pleasure at all this, and holding Wilhelm's hand fast in his, shaking it heartily, and clapping him on the shoulder, he exclaimed in fatherly familiarity: "Dis is goot, mein son!

Dis am 'nother day.'

I guess it'll skeer de ole creeter out ob a year's growfe; but dis is de trufe!

Dis yer boy is de ve'y spit an' image

" "Well, dis is whar I libs.

Dis is der lasd of dem.

Dis is anodder feller.

"Can it be possible dat dis is my little Marie?"

De frost is fallin' on de gras' An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'" De air is blowin' mighty cold Like it done in days of old.