Mr. Bond shook his head, and murmured—"Not I!"
"Well, then, I'll tell you, Mr. Bond: they're agoing to plant us for milestones along the railroad."
Another fit of laughter came on, and it was with difficulty that Mr. Bond could articulate, "Good bye! good bye!" as we drove on our course to Bristol.
ANOTHER CURIOSITY OF LITERATURE.
The Knocker aches with motion; day by day
The door groans on with hard and desperate knocks;
Duns—gentle, fervent, furious—come in flocks;
And still they press, and still they go away,