308 THE HISTOKT OF 



Morton, and Plarsted, and Geo. White, et id omne gemis ? 

 Where are they all ? S-a-y ! 



" What has become of Piatt, and Miner, and Newell, and 

 Hudson, and Hefiron, and Taggard, and HiU, and Swett, 

 and M'ClintQck, and Dr. Kerr, and Devereux, and Thacher, 



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and Haines, and Hildreth, and Brown, and Smith, and 

 Green, afid their allies ? Are they dead, or only ' kilt ' ? 

 Let me know, if you can, I beseech you ! 



" ' 0, where, tell me where,' is my bonnie friend 

 John Moore, and mine ancient /rere Morse, and my loved 

 chum Howard, and the wily Butters ? , And where 's Ped- 

 der — the immaculate Pedder? And Charley Belcher, 

 too, and bragging Cornish, and Billy Everett, and our good 

 neighbors Parkinson, and George, and Sol. Jewett, and Pres- 

 ident Kimball, and know-nothing King, and the reverend 

 Marsh, and Pendletonian Pendleton of Pendleton Hill, and 

 their satellites ? Have all departed, and left no wreck 

 behind ? I reckon not ! 



" Seriously, friend B , what does all this mean ? 



Has the fever passed by? Can't we offer another single 

 prescription ? Has the last man been heard from ? Has 

 there been found ' a balm in Gilead ' to heal the wounds of 

 the afflicted sufferers ? Is the thing finished ? Are they 

 all cured? Did you say all? D under and blixen ! Is 

 anybody hurt ? What are we to do ? ' Speak, or die ! ' 



"Where are the ' Committee,' and the ' Judges,' and the 



