THE TURN WILL BE TAKEN BY THE WELL-KNOWN BUCOLICUS CALVUS, WHO WILL GIVE A FEW OF HIS WONDERFUL FARMYARD IMITATIONS.

" Probably the neatest turn was his course on one occasion with General Tryon, who sent him some British proclamations with the request, "that through your means, the officers and men under your command may be acquainted with their contents."

Of stockings she observes that, "The knitting-needles are long, but the turn of the heel is a teaser."

But the mere historic gravity with which the various turns of this monomania are recordedto say nothing of the seldom failing charm of the easy, gossiping styleprevents the thing from ever becoming utterly tiresome.

Two or three turns on the long, shining deck would be quite a morning walk, and the immense dining-room appears larger still, from the mirrors on every side.

And her turn would be Christmas.

He says he's boss now, an' turn about is fair play.

It may have been that the young man did not want to hear any thing more on that subject, and so he gave the conversation a different turn by asking"who is my neighbor?" when Jesus said he must love his neighbor as himself.

What I wanted to say was that a turn is just half a stop as far as your hands, leg and whip are concerned.

This turning to the right, instead of to the left, was a mistake Jone made two or three times when he began to drive me in England, but he got over it, and since my grazing the cart it's not likely I shall forget it.

The turn of his mind would be metaphysical and poetican intense subtility of mind combined with much order.

After the sledges came the turn of the poniesthere was a good deal of difficulty in getting some of them into the horse box, but Oates rose to the occasion and got most in by persuasion, whilst others were simply lifted in by the sailors.

By-and-by it is your turn to go into reserve; your turn to get out of your clothesfor there are no pyjamas for officers or men in these "crawls," as they are sometimes called.

In short, that agreeable turn, that gaiety, which yet maintains the delicacy of its character, without falling into dulness or into buffoonery; that elegant raillery, which is the flower of fine wit, is the qualification which comedy requires.

Then another turn or two in the street, and the bottom of the Treppe is approachedthe great staircase which winds upward to the Oberland, in whose crevices grow masses of foliage, and whose easy ascent need not be feared by any one, for the steps are broad and low.

" For a moment I thought that his bad luck 'ad turned 'is brain.

This turn of affairs, as can be easily understood, was the most pleasing to the lords Hinz and Kunz, as they were thus relieved of the necessity of fattening the blacks in their stables, the Squire, their cousin, no longer having any stables of his own.

" I said, "The only good turns I know about, are the good turns he made in diving; he turns every which way.

Well," sucking up her breath again, "poor Mrs. Byrne done all she could for me, but of course when it got to be weeks an' months that I was on my back not able to do a hand's turn for meself, an' no money comin' an' no sign o' Barney, what could she do, the crature?

Betts always admitted that the first great turn in his fortune was the money made on this voyage, in which he embarked without the least apprehension of Waally, and his never-ceasing wiles and intrigues.

Just where the lake makes this turn is the hamlet of Brunnen, which you will not hurry by, if you are wise, but tarry with the kind little hostess of the Golden Eagle by the pleasant shore, and learn, if you will, as nowhere else, what the spirit of the Swiss was in the ancient time, as in this.

Yet the peculiar qualities of mind, and the special faculty of workmanship of which this turn of thought and trick of style were the product, must of course have been potentially present from the beginning.

Then another turn or two in the street, and the bottom of the Treppe is approachedthe great staircase which winds upward to the Oberland, in whose crevices grow masses of foliage, and whose easy ascent need not be feared by any one, for the steps are broad and low.

To the little man who sweated in the glare of the limelight and juggled desperately with glass balls in a vain effort to steady his nerve it was apparent that his turn was a failure.

The living turn from my fond embrace, As if no love were needed; The tears I wept on thy young dead face Were never more unheeded Than my wild prayer for peace unwon One pure affection only, One faithful heart to lean upon, When life is sad and lonely.