What can she be to me but a mear recklection--a vishn of former ears?
"I'm blest if I didn mistake her for Hangelina herself yesterday.

I met her in the grand Collydore of Bareacres Castle.

I sor a lady in a melumcolly hattatude gacing outawinder at the setting sun, which was eluminating the fair parx and gardings of the ancient demean.
"'Bewchus Lady Hangelina,' says I--'A penny for your Ladyship's thought,' says I.
"'Ho, Jeames! Ho, Mr.De la Pluche!' hansered a well-known vice, with a haxnt of sadnis which went to my art.

'YOU know what my thoughts are, well enough.

I was thinking of happy, happy old times, when both of us were poo--poo--oor,' says Mary Hann, busting out in a phit of crying, a thing I can't ebide.