She thrust out her red lips in a wistful pout, and looking down into the sugar-bowl intently, she remarked, her voice as pensive as Sylvia's own: "I wish I did!

The newcomer in the doorway emptied the bowl of his pipe, and thrust the pipe into the breast-pocket of his flannel shirt.

I soon found myself in an American tavern, and in the midst of a dozen grave gentlemen who were emptying a large bowl of punch.

We did not pass the weeks of courtship like those who consider themselves as taking the last draught of pleasure, and resolve not to quit the bowl without a surfeit, or who know themselves about to set happiness to hazard, and endeavour to lose their sense of danger in the ebriety of perpetual amusement, and whirl round the gulph before they sink.

The others were indeed sufficiently frugal; but the squire could not live without dogs and horses, and the sailor never suffered the day to pass but over a bowl of punch, to which, as he was not critical in the choice of his company, every man was welcome that could roar out a catch, or tell a story.

Suddenly, the light became brilliant, and I found myself in a huge broken bowl of lava rock, the walls almost vertical.

The parc was the occasional assembling-place for the drifting whites made thoughtful by trolling the jolly, brown bowl, and by those to whom lack of francs denied the trolling.

CRA'DLEMONT, king of Wales, subdued by Arthur, fighting for Leod'ogran, king of Cam'eliarn (3 syl.).Tennyson, Coming of Arthur. CRADOCK (Sir), the only knight who could carve the boar's head which no cuckold could cut; or drink from a bowl which no cuckold could quaff without spilling the liquor.

Mistress had cows and she would pour milk or pot-liquor out in a big pewter bowl on a stump and the children would come up there from the cabins and eat [till the field hands had time to cook a meal.][HW:?] Wylie's mother was a field hand.

I We'll all drink stone blind Johnny fill up the bowl.'" FOLKLORE SUBJECTS Name of interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden Subject: Songs of Civil War Days Story:Information This information given by: Sally Neeley Place of residence: 105 N. Mulberry, Pine Bluff, Arkansas Occupation:

] (1) "In eighteen hundred and sixty-one Football (?) sez I; In eighteen hundred and sixty-one That's the year the war begun We'll all drink stone blind, Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

We'll all drink stone blind, Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

(5) "In eighteen hundred and sixty-five Football (?) sez I; In eighteen hundred and sixty-five We'll have the Rebels dead or alive We'll all drink stone blind, Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

"In eighteen hundred and sixty-six Football (?) sez I; In eighteen hundred and sixty-six We'll have the Rebels in a helava fix We'll all drink stone blind, Johnny, come fill up the bowl.

Johnny, came fill up the bowl.

Sometimes they et greens or milk from the same bowl, all jess dip in.

Poultry of all kinds are very fond of "scraps;" the children were always told to cut up pieces of potatoes, greens, or meat, which they might leave on their plates at the nursery dinner; and when they were removed to the kitchen, they were collected together and put into the rice-bowl for the chickens.

They give him no chance to sweat off his irritation, only to fume; while that shaking, snorting teakettle of an automobile they bowl him about in, puts the final touch to his nervousness.

But the trouble was, the big boys tumbled to the champagne cup, got hold of a bowl of it, grew excited, and fed the youngsters with the claret stuff, and made a lot of them sick.

But by some strange impulse she loosened the string that bound the roses, and placed them in one of her few treasures, a silver bowl, in the centre of the supper table, and going to her bedchamber, which was, country fashion, back of the sitting room, arrayed herself in Horace's gifts,the silk gown and fichu, with the onyx bar and butterflies to fasten it,and then returned to the porch to watch the twilight gently veil sunset.

" "That's all right," said the Enemy, standing before them with a bunch of mint in one hand and the bowl of ice in the other.

Even Mr Hawden condescended so far as to express his regret concerning the accident, and favoured me with visits throughout each day; and one Sunday his gallantry carried him to a gully where he plucked a bouquet of maidenhair fernthe first of the seasonand put them in a bowl beside my bed.

She dipped her fingers into the bowl of water with which she had been bathing the child, and with her finger-tips she made upon the child's forehead the sign of a cross. Said Freydis, "Melicent, I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.