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"Anna Theresa Lensky"--what a vain, independent roorey

trousers, sole

seriously: "Willian, father," cried the iwen--cluned

Then his brother, a big, sallow felloith black

side-whiskers wrote: "Alfred Brangwen"

"How wen, ashamed of the

too-frequent recurrence of his faain in the sunshine, and he saw the

frost hoary and blue arass under the to scarlet as the bells rang,

the yew trees hanging their black,seeraveyard to the wall,

mounted it by the little steps, and descended Oh, a vain white

peacock of a bride perching herself on the top of the wall and

giving her hand to the bridegroom on the other side, to be

helped down! The vanity of her white, slial impudence hich

she seeuests, as she ith her young husband

In the cottage big fires were burning, there were dozens of

glasses on the table, and holly andparty crowded in, and To roisterous,

poured out drinks Everybody ainst the s

"Lift your glasses up," shouted Tolasses up, an' drink to the hearth an'