Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said

Man, Through All Ages Of Revolving Time, Unchanging Man, In Every Varying Clime, Deems His Own Land Of Every Land The Pride, Beloved By Heaven O'er All The World Beside; Home, The Spot Of Earth Supremely Blest, A Dearer, Sweeter Spot Than All The Rest.

It Was Her Brother,' Said Mr. Thornton To Himself. 'i Am Glad.i May Never See Her Again; But It Is Comfort-a Relief-to Know That Much. I Knew She Could Not Be Unmaidenly; And Yet I Yearned For Conviction. Now I Am Glad!' It Was A Little Golden Thread Running Through The Dark Web Of His Present Fortunes; Which Were Growing Ever Gloomier And More Gloomy.

A Little Credulity Helps One On Through Life Very Smoothly.

He Could Not - Say Rather, He Would Not - Deny Himself The Chance Of The Pleasure Of Seeing Margaret. He Had No End In This But The Present Gratification.

Out Of The Way! We Are In The Throes Of An Exceptional Emergency! This Is No Occassion For Sport- There Is Lace At Stake!" (ms. Pole)