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traceable from where I stood-'elegant milkpans, and Harrison skimmers, and ne plus ultry dippers! patent pills—cure any thing you like-agur bitters-Shaker yarbs essences, wintergreen, peppermint, lobelytapes, pins, needles, hooks and eyes-broaches and brasslets-smellin'-bottles-castor ile
corn-plaster-mustard — garding seeds silver spoons-pocket combs-tea-potsgreen tea
saleratus-tracts-song-books -thimbles - baby's whistles-copy-books -slates playin' cards-puddin' sticksbutter prints-baskets-wooden bowls' Any wooden nutmegs, daddy?' said one of the men.
"No, but as I come past I see your father a turnin' some out o' that piece o' lignum vitæ you got him last week, so you can get some o' him,' said the pedlar quietly; then turning again to the window-Can I suit ye to-day, ma'am? I've all sorts o' notions
-powder and shot-(but I s'pose you do all your shootin' at home-) but may be your old man goes a gunnin'—I shan't offer you lucifers, for ladies with sich eyes never
but you can't ask me for
any thing I haven't got, I guess.'
"While I was considering my wants, one of the men must needs try a fall with this professed wit.
Any goose-yokes, mister?' said he.
"I'm afraid I've sold the last, sir; there's so many wanted in this section of country. But I'll take your measure and fetch you a supply next time I come along.'
" This of course produced a laugh.
"Well! I want a pair o' boots, any how,' said the prostrate hero, rallying, to show that he was not discomfited. • These here old ones o' mine lets in gravel, but wo'n't let it out again. If you've got any to fit me, I'll look at 'em ;' and thus saying he stretched out a leg of a curious wire-drawn appearance. Any to fit, old boss?'
"Fit you like a whistle, sir,' said the pedlar, fumbling among his wares, and at length drawing forth a pair of candle moulds, much to the amusement of the by-standers.
"The rain which had begun to fall, now cut short our conference. I bought a few
trifles, and the pedlar received his
a bow which was almost a salaam. Mounting his blue hearse, he drove off in triumph, not minding the rain, from which he was completely sheltered by a screen of boughs fitted in the sides of his waggon, and meeting over his head;-a protection against sun and rain which I much admired.
"This is the first specimen of the Autolycus that I have seen. There are scores of pedlars travelling through the country, but they are generally either grave, businesslike personages, standing much upon their dignity, or rude and saucy, and disposed to attempt bullying one into buying. One of the former kind told me that he was about retiring from this section of country,' and had it in contemplation to go to the south.'
"So much for my laugh, which I could have justified more fully if I had been industrious enough to write out more of my recollections. But, indeed, spite of good resolutions, there is something melting in this gentle, uniform, soft-dropping rain. It takes the energies out of my morale as it does the
starch out of my collars- leaving all alike limpsy, to use a favourite term of Mrs. Boardman's. I must yield me to the drowsy influences, not, however, without having fulfilled my intention of covering this goodly sheet with an infinite deal of nothing.' Mr. Sibthorpe, who pretends to be busied in arranging a multitude of accounts, and such like rainy-day improvements, while he is in reality catching a very consoling nap now and then, is just now awake enough to beg his duteous remembrances to your ladyship, with like friendly greeting to Mr. Williamson, and to Mr. Ellis, who lives in our memories as A most engaging wight,
Of social glee, and wit humane though keen.' "Charlotte's little love too, and a larger
one's present and temporary humour? If the former, I must throw away the pen, I fear, for some time to come. If the latterI have only to scrawl the single word AGUE a thousand times on the face of my paper· or write it once in letters which would cover the whole surface. I have no other thought. I can no longer say
My mind to me a kingdom is.'
I am deposed, and this vile blue-visaged fiend has usurped the throne. There he sits with his yellow eyes and his quivering chin, making hideous faces at me, and calling up dreams which might terrify one far stouterhearted than I. I see my wife pale and ghastly, with filmy eyes imploring help which I cannot give her; -my daughter stiff cold-dead-the life pressed out of her little heart by the chill monster. Waves of sorrow - heavy tangible- rise to overwhelm me; no friend remains to cheer my dying pillow. Stretched on the damp ground I see, all around me, graves yawning, and vile shapes impatiently waiting for my last breath. The clouds teem with lurid fire;