Maginn wrote in Fraser's Magazine: Joe Miller vails his bonnet to Sam Rogers; in all the newspapers, not only of the kingdom but its dependencies,Hindostan, Canada, the West Indies, the Cape, from the tropics,nay, from the Antipodes to the Orkneys, Sam is godfather general to all the bad jokes in existence.

Sam is five feet three inches tall and weighs 140 pounds.

We've got plenty to eat, plenty of beds, no end of horse-feed, but by G, Sam, there isn't a drop of whiskey on the place!"' "You see it was hoss and cabello, and Joe seemed to think the hoss on him was an unpardonable offense.

and it made 'im pleased to think that Sam was a pal of 'is.

" Sam, what 'ad just taken up 'is glass for a drink, put it down agin and stared at 'im.

After all, she was Sam's fault, an' Sam was a sin conceived an' committed by his wife, as ye might say.

Uncle Sam should be the director in charge of all this work.

Sam will certainly be a great player some day or other, and so (if he be not a girl, for really there's no telling) will the young gentleman standing out.

He stood turning it over and over, and at last, arter Sam, wot was always a curious man, 'ad told 'im that if he didn't open it he'd do it for 'im, he tore it open and read it.

The landlord held the money, and old Sam, with a 'appy smile on 'is face, 'ad just taken up the mug, when he noticed the odd way in which they was all watching him.

It was very late in the afternoon of a lugubrious March day when Jadwin and Gretry, in the broker's private room, sat studying the latest Government reports as to the supply of wheat, and Jadwin observed, "Why, Sam, there's less than 100,000,000 bushels in the farmers' hands.

Sam was the son of Peter and Betsy Everett, field hands who spent long back-breaking hours in the cotton fields and came home at nightfall to cultivate their small garden.

" "Oh, Mr. Sam, this mornin' I'm feelin' it all over.

" Sam and Ginger 'ad something the next morning, but morning ain't the time for it; and arter they had 'ad dinner Mr. Goodman asked 'em to go to the Zoological Gardens with 'im. He paid for them all, and he 'ad a lot to say about kindness to animals and 'ow you could do anything with 'em a'most by kindness.

"I never gave you any," said Sam, for it was his voice that we heard.

Some day ye'd come home and ask where's Ma an' Mary, and then Sam would say, 'Why, Mary's slid down t' New York, and the last I see o' Ma she was scootin' for Rochester.'

There was on'y one other man in the little bar Sam was ina tall, dark chap, with black side-whiskers and spectacles, wot kept peeping round the partition and looking very 'ard at everybody that came in.

I shall conclude this Narrative with a Letter from honest Sam Hopewell, a very pleasant Fellow, who it seems has at last married a Demurrer: I must only premise, that Sam, who is a very good Bottle-Companion, has been the Diversion of his Friends, upon account of his Passion, ever since the Year One thousand Six hundred and Eighty one.

The doctor said that Sam was no trouble.

Sam not let um." Robert, young as he was, had little faith in the negro's boasts as a protector, for he knew that Sam was a coward and would fly at the first intimation of danger.

Are you sure you don't want it?" "Quite sure, Sam," was Faith's answer, as she hurried away.

Sam was the eldest of the three and had four children, viz: Jack, Robert, Richard and Washington.

That couldn't last, o' course, and Sam was so annoyed one evening at Ginger's suspiciousness by biting a 'arf-dollar Sam owed 'im and finding it was a bad 'un, that 'e went off to spend the evening all alone by himself.

Sam was a cautious negro, not so warm-hearted and impulsive as the most of his race.

says Uncle Sam, "Lero, lero, filibustero, aren't you a hero!" says Uncle Sam.