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know I fought hard for life, as I knew that if I 

 could only get my head where my heels were I 

 was saved. 



" I must have been in the last throes of suffoca- 

 tion when the old lady's screams brought assist- 

 ance, and, with the aid of a rope, I was dragged 

 out, and gin the only spirit at hand was poured 

 down my throat, which as nearly did for me as 

 the mud. 



" To the surprise of my rescuers I sat up almost 

 immediately, and soon afterwards walked into the 

 cottage and asked for the loan of some clothes. 

 I was advised to go to bed, &c., &c. ; but, as I 

 was determined, they were lent me Mr. Hancock's 

 best, of course and here I am in the Sunday-go- 

 to-meeting suit. 



" That I should have missed any but a South- 

 western train is certain, and I should have missed 

 this but for the strong aid of the country lad who 

 trotted with the basket, in which you will find a 

 mud-stained bunch of roses." 



Queer incidents often happen very near together 

 both as regards time and place. 



Who has not admired the easy, graceful, yet 

 rapid, movements of our modern waiter ? How 

 quietly and dexterously he advances and retires. 

 A look will bring him to your side, brimful of 

 respectable attention for orders, which he has no 

 sooner received than it's " Yes, sir," two steps 

 backward, a slight bow, and he is gone. "Very 



