The sudden start and stifled cry of the ex-priest drew all eyes to him, and he felt constrained to ask, with the most indifferent air he could assume: "Is the oracle of Dorylæum, then, so exceedingly renowned for veracity?" "Whence comest thou to be ignorant of that?" demanded the countryman, with some disdain.

Come, Meg and El-len, don't com-plain, For, see, the geese en-joy the rain, And dog-gie does not fret; And yet, The drops come rol-ling down his ears, And nose, and whisk-ers, just like tears; Poor Mop, he's drip-ping wet!

Ere, Miss! you com' 'ere!

"'Tis the sun | -set of life | gives me mys | -tical lore, And com | -ing events | cast their shad | -ows before.

4ly being spoken to about triall by swiming, she sagd the diuill that caused me to com heare can keep me up.

"Ther com a ship of Norway, To Sir Rohandes hold, With haukes white and grey, And panes fair y-fold: Tristrem herd it say, On his playing he wold Tventi schilling to lay, Sir Rohand him told, And taught; For hauke silver he gold; The fairest men him raught.

Voi siet' ebri, ch' io lo so; Ognun faccia com' io fo; Ognun succe come me.

Would I might com to bee her confessor: It is a fayre sweete lady.

Respectfully, J.V.M.' The Spiritual communication enclosed reads as follows: 'I Bress de Lord for deh one mor to talk to de people of my ole home I been thar lots o tim since I com herebut o Lord de Massythey

Come, Meg and El-len, don't com-plain, For, see, the geese en-joy the rain, And dog-gie does not fret; And yet, The drops come rol-ling down his ears, And nose, and whisk-ers, just like tears; Poor Mop, he's drip-ping wet!

Come, Meg and El-len, don't com-plain, For, see, the geese en-joy the rain, And dog-gie does not fret; And yet, The drops come rol-ling down his ears, And nose, and whisk-ers, just like tears; Poor Mop, he's drip-ping wet!

Thou comest thy revenge to seek, But small the vengeance thou shalt wreak.

"Ther com a ship of Norway, To Sir Rohandes hold, With haukes white and grey, And panes fair y-fold: Tristrem herd it say, On his playing he wold Tventi schilling to lay, Sir Rohand him told, And taught; For hauke silver he gold; The fairest men him raught.

Come, Meg and El-len, don't com-plain, For, see, the geese en-joy the rain, And dog-gie does not fret; And yet, The drops come rol-ling down his ears, And nose, and whisk-ers, just like tears; Poor Mop, he's drip-ping wet!