God bless her! say we, with Mr.Ercildoune.

God bless them both, and may they live long to enjoy it! That afternoon, as Tom and Robert were driving, Russell, noting the unwonted look of life and activity, and the gay flags flung to the breeze, demanded what it all meant.

"Why," said he, "it is like a field day." "It is so," answered Robert, "or what is the same; it is election day." "Bless my soul! so it is; and a soldier to be elected.

Have you voted ?" "No!" "No?
Here's a nice state of affairs! a fellow that'll get his arm blown off for a flag, but won't take the trouble to drop a scrap of paper for it.

Come, I'll drive you over." "You forget, Russell!" "Forget?
Nonsense! This isn't 1860, but 1865.