But I'll tell you he always gets the gist of it." "And what was his verdict ?" "If you must know, Squire Jones he said, said he, he thought 'twas--awful shaller." Doctor Ben's Goffstown Muster was a quicker tempo and had a better climax.

'Twas the great occasion of the annual military reviews.

He graphically described boys driving colts hardly broken; mothers nursing babies, very squally; girls and their beaux sitting in the best wagon holding hands and staring about (as Warner said to me, "Young love in the country is a solemn thing"); the booths for sale of gingerbread, peanuts, cider, candies, and popcorn; the marshal of the day dashing here and there on his prancing steed.

All was excitement, great crowds, and the blare of the band.

Suddenly an aged pair, seemingly skeletons, so bony and wan were they, were seen tottering toward the fence, where they at last stopped.