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wlictlicr twenty came or two thousand all were 

 amply and contentedly refreshed. 



It was not a first edition of the Irish story of 

 the housekeeper, in a gentleman's family, scolding 

 the itinerant dairy -woman for the Aveakness of her 

 blue-tinted milk of the morning, \Ailien she came 

 with something better in the evening. ^' Your milk, 

 my good woman, was so bad this morning, we had 

 a mind to leave you off." 



'^ Lave me off is it? shure it only happened this 

 turn, an' all from milkin' the wrong cow." 



^'Ay, in me eye I 'twas the cow with the iron 

 tail," rejDlied the housekeeper, as she retired, having 

 inflicted a telling blow on her offending adversary. 



In this case of lactean study, to which my atten- 

 tion at this early age had been so constantly called, 

 I certainly made out, with some bevv^ilderment at 

 first, that the cupboard beat the cow in the refresh- 

 ment required. But to return to the sup^DOsed 

 ^^ mad dog." • 



One day, as the sentry paced up and down 

 beneath my post of observation, and in front of his 

 box, a small red, half-terrier cur dog, looking very 

 wild and woe-begone, ran into his box and ensconced 

 himself in a corner. The soldier briefly but 



