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44 There has never been a birth-day, nor wedding-day, nor chritening-day, celebrated in your family, in which I have not joined with the mues in full chorus.—In forty-ix years, three hundred and ninety-even congratulations on different occaions have dropped from my pen. To-day, the three hundred and ninety-eighth is coming forth;—for heaven has protected our noble mater, who has been in great danger.

Danger! My father in danger! What do you mean?

One of the gamekeepers has returned to inform the whole catle of a bae and knavih trick, of which the world will talk, and my poetry hand down to poterity.

What, what is all this ?

The baron, my lord and mater, in company with the trange Count, had not been gone a mile beyond the lawn, when one of them——

What happened? Speak for heaven’s ake.

My vere nall tell you.

No, no; tell us in proe.

Yes, in proe.

Ah, you have neither of you ever been in love, or you would prefer poetry to proe. But excue [pulls