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lives, is hardly deserving of his bless- " noT preserved at borough
- , ' p. ' - pi.;i y I House, of silver enriched with garnets.
mgs. Do n t you say so Phil ? , which t Qe famou 1rnal
" " ! sale for fifteen pounds sterling. It is
Bexsik. One bright winter's morn- jointed, and moves on a hinge, elabo
ing, two tiny fists went rub-a-dnb-dnb, i rately chased all over with raised work
on Aunt Kate's kitchen door, and a j of St. George and the dragon, angels,
voice cried : ' and the Prince of Wales' feathers. On
"Ope de door ! ope de door, I say !" j the top of tke handle a figure kneels in
"Who is there ?" asked Aunt Kate. ! prayer.
"I 's Bennie, and I wants to turn in !" j A c for formed funerals has
So aunty threw the door wide open, , in Ldo,,, to 8npply.
and in came Bennie. want wuich naJ lon been felt by the
"How do you do Benme? said uion of hearse and carriages of
auutj, io '
"It's awful cold," wis Bennie's only I
answer, ami he stared solemnly at hl8 ,
own chubby fingers, as he held them ;
before the hre to warm them. ,
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little fellow, and his tongue usually
rattled and chattered away, from morn-
ing till night ; but to-day he was very '
quiet, distressingly so, thonght aunty.
"Why, Bennie !'"' said she, "yon are !
as grave as a deacon, and do n't talk a ,
bit. What is the matter?"
"What's a deacum?" inquired he.
