"Get him ches'," he muttered.

Who should succeed the brother but the brother? CHES.

The subjects many years the king have miss'd. CHES.

My Lord of Chester, will you walk aside? CHES.

'Gainst thee and Ely, Chester, was I foe, And dost thou stay to aggravate my woe? CHES.

Chester and Salisbury, shall we gather power, And keep what we have got? CHES.

I rent his spurs off, and disgraded him. CHES.

What! be advis'd by thee To have my loving, kind, and pretty boy Given to an unkind killer of sweet boys? CHES.

CHES MRS, Son of the late Duke of R LD.

Ches Mrs. Son of the late Duke of R LD.

Ches Mrs, Son of the late Duke of RLD.

Ches (pronounced by the Algonquin Indians Chees), signifies a plant of the turnip family.

If these two roots be connected by the usual sound in Algonquin words, thus Ches-a-beeg, a sound much resembling Chesapeake would be produced.

fia Che sian restati senza il nostro sole? seems to have taken Michelangelo's fancy.

Not the least touching is Luigi's own threnody, which starts upon this note: Idol mio, che la tua leggiadra spoglia Mi lasciasti anzi tempo.

O sol che scaldi il mondo in ogni dove, O Febo, o luce eterna de' mortali, Perchè a me sol ti scuri e non altrove?

The graceful lines of Petrarch are inscribed on the sarcophagusthey are full of feeling and the country, and make one pause and dream: "Non come fiamma, che per forza è spenta, Ma che per se medesma si consuma, Se n'andò in pace, l'anima contenta.

He is mak' wan beeg hole in hees ches'.

"Par derrier ches man pere, Vole, mon coeur, vole!

"Derrier' ches-nous y-a-t-un 'elang, En roulant ma boule.

This king of the Huns, usually called "The Scourge of God," must not be confounded with "Athalie," daughter of Jezebel and wife of Joram, the subject and title of Racine's ches-d'oeuvre, and Mdlle.

CHES IN ITALY AND GREECE" * *

DE DRUM MAJAH He's struttin' sho ernuff, Wearin' a lady's muff En' ways erpon his head, Red coat ob reddest red, Purtty white satin ves', Gole braid ercross de ches'; Goo'ness!

You see, dey was allus fussin' 'bout fust one thing, den 'nother, an' mammy got mad 'caus'n pappy slipped her clo'es out'n her ches' an' taken over to de other gals fer to dance in, an' when he brung' em back mammy would see finger prints on' em

My brother Ches didn't talk about anything else than Ferry this morning at breakfast.