It is unquestionably a palpable negation of majority rule, for as no measure can become a law without the concurrence of the Senatenow numbering ninety-six Senatorsa combination of the little States, whoso aggregate population is not a fifth of the American people, can defeat the will of the remaining four-fifths.

On the edge of this inner circle, and in many respects associated with it, was the Rev. Francis Hodgson, a ripe scholar, good translator, a sound critic, a fluent writer of graceful verse, and a large-hearted divine, whoso correspondence, recently edited with a connecting narrative by his son, has thrown light on disputed passages of Lord Byron's life.

The action of a popular modern story, Mrs. Gaskell's North and South, turns upon the case of a clergyman whoso faith is overthrown, and who in consequence abandons his calling, to his own serious material detriment and under circumstances of severe suffering to his family.

A grove there is whose boughs Stretch from the western marge of Thurston-mere, [k] With length of shade so thick, that whoso glides 460 Along the line of low-roofed water, moves As in a cloister.

And this father, whoso image haunted her dreams, whose unknown voice seemed sometimes to float to her quick ear upon the wind, could he be that abandoned being that Cadurcis had described, and that all around her, and all the circumstances of her life, would seem to indicate?

Now whoso list accuse me, tell my wrongs, Upbraid me in the presence of this state.

And fro that rivere a 15 journeyes in lengthe, goynge be the desertes of the tother syde of the ryvere, (whoso myght gon it, for I was not there: but it was told us of hem of the contree, that with inne tho desertes) weren the trees of the sonne, and of the mone, that spaken to Kyng Alisandre, and warned him of his dethe.

name-giving: every man known by that phrase which best expresses him to whoso names him.

And yet I have brought Lancelot, at leastperhaps Tregarva tooto a conclusion, and an all-important one, which whoso reads may find fairly printed in these pages.

Thus there is a writing upon the wall of cliffs at Cromer, and whoso runs may read it.

The campaign which Shere Ali directed on the borders of Chiltistan is now matter of history, and may be read of, by whoso wills, in the Blue-books and despatches of the time.