magistrate to fall vilently off the stage into the fiddlers' box,
where he stuck his vener'ble hed into a base drum, and stated
"Murder" twice, in a very loud vois.

It was late when I got home. The children and my wife was all abed.
But a candle--a candle made from taller of our own raisin--gleamed
in Betsy's room; it gleamed for I! All was still. The sweet silver
moon was a shinin bright, and the beautiful stars was up to their
usual doins! I felt a sentymental mood so gently ore me stealin,
and I pawsed before Betsy's window, and sung, in a kind of op'ratic
vois, as follers, impromtoo, to wit:

Wake, Bessy, wake,
My sweet galoot!
Rise up, fair lady,
While I touch my lute!

The winder--I regret to say that the winder went up with a vi'lent
crash, and a form robed in spotless white exclaimed, "Cum into the
house, you old fool. To-morrer you'll be goin round complainin
about your liver!"

I sot up a spell by the kitchen fire readin Lewis Napoleon's "Life
of Julius Caesar." What a reckless old cuss he was! Yit Lewis
picturs him in glowin cullers. Caesar made it lively for the boys
in Gaul, didn't he? He slewd one million of citizens, male and
female--Gauls and Gaulusses--and then he sold another million of 'em
into slavery. He continnered this cheerful stile of thing for sum
time, when one day he was 'sassinated in Rome by sum high-toned
Roman gen'lmen, led on by Mr. Brutus. When old Bruty inserted his