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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are half asleep, my good lady, said the old gentleman, taking hold of the old lady's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, as he pronounced the word Whiskers—shall we change the subject? By no means, replied the old lady—I like your account of these matters: so throwing a thin gauze handkerchief over her head, and leaning it back upon the chair with her face turned towards him, and advancing her two feet as she reclined herself—I desire, continued she, you will go on.

The old gentleman went on as follows.—Whiskers! cried the queen of Navarre, dropping her knotting-ball, as La Fosseuse uttered the word—Whis-