MAGOG.

I’ll tell you what, they’ll stop our growth!

GOG.

I’ll tell you what, they’ll starve us both!

BOTH.

They’ll stop our growth, they’ll starve us both!

THE SWEEP’S COMPLAINT.

“I like to meet a sweep—such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with their little professional notes, sounding like the peep, peep of a young sparrow.”—Essays of Elia.

——“A voice cried Sweep no more!
Macbeth hath murdered sweep.”—Shakspeare.