The imagination even cannot do justice to the limp, woe-begone appearance of the actors in the closing scene.

These romps were conducted on a purely democratic basis, without regard to color, sex, or previous condition of servitude.
It was rather a cold day in the month of March, when "Cousin Charley," as we called Mr.Miller, was superintending some men who were laying a plank walk in the rear of his premises.

Some half dozen of us were invited to an early tea at good Deacon Huntington's.

Immediately after dinner, Miss Fitzhugh and Miss Van Schaack decided to take a nap, that they might appear as brilliant as possible during the evening.

That they might not be late, as they invariably were, Cousin Lizzie and I decided to rouse them in good season with a generous sprinkling of cold water.
In vain they struggled to keep the blankets around them; with equal force we pulled them away, and, whenever a stray finger or toe appeared, we brought fresh batteries to bear, until they saw that passive resistance must give place to active hostility.