A lady, who once said to him, while he was in a bad humor, Adios, mi General, was publicly flogged.

Later, after stating that Byron had decided upon Tuscany, he says, in reference to La Guiccioli, "At the conclusion of a letter, full of all the fine things she says she has heard of me, is this request, which I transcribe:'Signore, la vostra bontà mi fa ardita di chiedervi un favore, me lo accordarete voi?

Cheer up a bit longer, mi brothers i' want, There's breeter days for us i' store; There'll be plenty o' tommy an' wark for us o' When this 'Merica bother gets o'er.

mi brothers, we're nobbut on th' tramp, We never stay long at one spot; An' while we keep knockin' abeawt i' this world, Disappointments will fall to eawer lot: So th' best thing we can do, iv we meon to get thro', Is to wrastle wi' cares as they come; We shall feel rayther tired,but let's never heed that, We can rest us weel when we get whoam.

A sudden plunge, a little blow, Would end at once mi' care an' pain!

It ill 'ud tell O' thoose wur laft beheend, aw fear; It's wring, at fust, to kill mysel', It's wring to lyev mi childer here.

aw ne'er wur so woven afore; My back's welly brocken, mi fingers are sore; Aw've been starin' an' rootin' amung this Shurat, Till aw'm very near getten as bloint as a bat.

Neaw, aw haven't mi family under mi hat; Aw've a woife and six childer to keep eawt o' that; So aw'm rayther amung it just neaw, yo may see Iv ever a fellow wur

Neaw, aw haven't mi family under mi hat; Aw've a woife and six childer to keep eawt o' that; So aw'm rayther amung it just neaw, yo may see Iv ever a fellow wur

Iv aw turn eawt to steal, folk'll co' me a thief; An' aw conno' put th' cheek on to ax for relief; As aw said i' eawr heawse t'other neet to mi wife, Aw never did nowt

We'n bin patient an' quiet as lung as we con; Th' bits o' things we had by us are welly o' gone; Mi clogs an' mi shoon are both gettin' worn eawt, An' my halliday clooas are o' gone "up th' speawt!" Mony a time i' my days aw've sin things lookin' feaw, But never as awkard as what they are neaw; Iv there isn't some help for us factory folk soon, Aw'm sure 'at we's o' be knock'd reet eawt o' tune.

We'n bin patient an' quiet as lung as we con; Th' bits o' things we had by us are welly o' gone; Mi clogs an' mi shoon are both gettin' worn eawt, An' my halliday clooas are o' gone "up th' speawt!" Mony a time i' my days aw've sin things lookin' feaw, But never as awkard as what they are neaw; Iv there isn't some help for us factory folk soon, Aw'm sure 'at we's o' be knock'd reet eawt o' tune.

And, settling down on his lofty perch of observation, he began singing: "Lum' me an' the woild is mi-on.

OR, WENONA'S LEAP OECHE-MONESAH THE WANDERER TAH-WE-CHUT-KIN THE WIFE WHA-ZEE-YAN ANOTHER OF THE GIANT GODS OF THE DAHCOTAHS STORMS IN LIFE AND NATURE; OR, UNKTAHE AND THE THUNDER BIRD HAOKAH OZAPE THE DANCE OF THE GIANT U-MI-NE-WAH-CHIPPE; OR, TO DANCE AROUND INTRODUCTION.

* * 38 elate' despond' lu' mi nous pil' grim age ONE BY ONE.

* * 72 mi' ter can'on car' di nal dis course' di' a logue cour'te ous ly ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH.

Veramente io sono stato legno sanza vela e sanza governo, portato a diversi porti e foci e liti dal vento secco che vapora la dolorosa povertà; e sono vile apparito agli occhi a molti, che forse per alcuna fama in altra forma mi aveano immaginato; nel cospetto de' quali non solamente mia persona inviliò, ma di minor pregio si fece ogni opera, si già fatta, come quella che fosse a fare."-Opere

non est hec via redeundi ad patriam, Pater mi, sed si alia per vos, aut deinde per alios invenietur que fame d. (Dantis) que onori non deroget, illam non lentis passibus acceptabo.

A date of Mi esimo ccccxxvii. is legible.

We shall go over all Spain together, mi amigo!"

To meete his trewe And most unfeigned affection, heare in face And viewe of this our holly brotherhoode, As if in open coort with this mi breath

"Al nuovo giorno, Pietosa man' mi sollevo.

SEE New York (City) Metropolitan Museum of Art. MI MARIDO SE ABURRE, juguete comico en 3 actos y en prosa de Antonio Paso, Miguel Mihura Alvarez, y Ricardo González del Toro.

SEE Mi Marido se aburre.

Mi compañero el ladrón.