" "Goin' where, Hanna?" "Goin' where each day ain't like a clod of mud on my coffin.

Facing each pair of men was a girl or woman whose duty it was to turn the clods over by hand.

The fashioning spirit, working upwards from the clod to man, proffers as its last, highest essay, the brain of man.

To hear again The hoof-beats of our horses on firm ground, And not upon those hollow planks, resounding With a sepulchral echo, like the clods On coffins in a churchyard!

" No more were needed, for the loose clods in the old shaft of their counter-mine were quickly handled, and the necessary words soon uttered.

And there was so much life in it, that when Mrs. Pennington saw the two boys pass out of the alley gate, she saw the Perkins boy grab her son's hat and run away whooping, while Piggy followed, throwing clods at his companion's legs and feet.

I have seen, cresting the highest ridges of Montserrat, ten feet at least of fat earth, falling clod by clod right and left upon the gardens below.

A sergeant shouted back "No, sir," and was immediately remonstrated with by an indignant private busily engaged in scraping the remains of a mud clod from his eye.

As if I were a clod like those we once had under us!

He was sitting down, throwing clods into the air, and catching them as they fell, and this appeared to be an engrossing task.

Should the ground be clayey, fine ashes or coarse sand thrown over the rough clods after trenching will greatly improve it.

Wherever any part of the garden becomes empty by the clearing off of annuals, it should be well dug to a depth of at least eighteen inches, and after laying exposed in clods for a week or two, manured with tank or road mud; leaf mould, or other good well rotted manure.

He lurched ashore, his feet caked with enormous clods as of melting chocolate.