I have missed a day; and, as the Irishman said, or Joe Miller says for him, "have gained a loss," or

by

the loss. Every thing is settled for Holland, and nothing but a cough, or a caprice of my fellow-traveller's, can stop us. Carriage ordered, funds prepared, and, probably, a gale of wind into the bargain.

N'importe

—I believe, with Clym o' the Clow, or Robin Hood, "By our

[Mary]

, (dear name!) thou art both Mother and May, I think it never was a man's lot to die before his day."

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Heigh for Helvoetsluys, and so forth!

To-night I went with young Henry Fox to see