... learned the superiority of cross over direct lire;' eight o'clock came. lie big wigs assembled, and soldiers were thick as blackberries everywuere near place of rendezvous. The Rajah rode up with his gallant hand of excessively irregultr-looking troops, ana ...

... “ Which Mr. Cobden you mean, sir? ” Here was a pretty question to ask—“ Which Mr. Cobden?” if Cobdens were plentiful as blackberries. told him which it was; and didn’t know whether he was at home or not, and seemed very much if he didn’t care either. But ...