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38 Puffing at all, winnows the light away; W. P. F. L.  And what hath mass and matter by itself W. F. L. M. Ă. Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.' V. L. M.

From these delicate and choice writers I turned with some curiosity to a player of the big drum—Macaulay. I had in hand the two-volume edition, and I opened at the beginning of the second volume. Here was what I read:

This was plain-sailing enough; it was our