I should not mind one little babe, no more.
But, poínt du TWO, I don't want half a score;
Yet still, in quick succession, lo! they rise,
A pretty string of pains and penal-ties.
Family Ties.
From schoolmasters abroad the yearly bills
Run high among life's unsurmounted hills,
And pretty hillocks are those things call'd extras,
At doubling which they're all so ambidextrous;