"A perfeck coop de tat," sed the skoolmaster.

   "E pluribus unum, in proprietor persony," sed I, thinking I'd let
him know I understood furrin langwidges as well as he did, if I
wasn't a skoolmaster.

   "It is indeed a momentious event," sed young Eben Parsuns, who has
been 2 quarters to the Akademy.

   "I never heard twins called by that name afore," sed I, "But I
spose it's all rite."

   "We shall soon have Wards enuff," sed the editer of the

   Baldinsville "Bugle of Liberty," who was lookin over a bundle of

   exchange papers in the corner, "to apply to the legislater for a

   City Charter!"

   "Good for you, old man!" sed I; "giv that air a conspickius place
in the next "Bugle."

   "How redicklus," sed pretty Susan Fletcher, coverin her face with
her knittin work & larfin like all possest.

   "Wall, for my part," sed Jane Maria Peasly, who is the crossest old
made in the world, "I think you all act like a pack of fools."

   Sez I, "Miss Peasly, air you a parent?"

   Sez she, "No, I ain't."

   Sez I, "Miss Peasly, you never will be."

   She left.

   We sot there talkin & larfin until "the switchin hour of nite, when
grave yards yawn & Josts troop 4th," as old Bill Shakespire aptlee
obsarves in his dramy of John Sheppard, esq, or the Moral House

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