Mr.Goodwin, his wife, and daughter, we need not enumerate.

They lodged in the house of a respectable farmer, who lived convenient to the village, where they found themselves exceedingly snug and comfortable.

In the next house to them lodged a Father Mulrenin, a friar, who, although he attended the room and drank the waters, was an admirable specimen of comic humor and robust health.

There was also a Miss Rosebud, accompanied by her mother, a blooming widow, who had married old Rosebud, a wealthy bachelor, when he was near sixty.

The mother's complaint was also the spleen, or vapors; indeed, to tell the truth, she was moved by an unconquerable and heroic determination to replace poor old Rosebud by a second husband.