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452 mutton is beaten off, and Dolly, very green about the dress, tangled about the head, and sore generally, is hustled out of the way.

"I hope that brute will break somebody's legs soon!" says Dolly, in tears, as we go back to the house, by by-ways and short-cuts, fearful of meeting the governor, "he will never be got rid of—else—till he has committed murder!"

has passed since Silvia came to see me, and now we are in May—fragrant, blossoming, voluptuous May; and the world is covered like a bride with the month's white flower of flowers, that here and there melts odorously into faintest, palest pink, or burns into vividest crimson and scarlet. You are very royal and sweet, you May-flowers, but I do not love you so well as my

and all the delicate army that your gorgeous coming has caused to fade away. They did not wait, like you, till the earth was warned and pranked to receive you; they grew with the grass, and crept up through the cold, hard ground, braving the lingering chilly winds and night frosts to bring us beautiful messages from the busy, teeming