The widow, scarcely venturing to breathe, rose from her seat. The man glided from the closet, and extinguished the candle. tle on, cried Grip, suddenly struck with an idea and very much excited. tle on. Hurrah! Polly put the ket-tle on, we'll all have tea; Polly put the ket-tle on, we'll all have tea. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

Any readers of these pages doubtless remember the huge old-fashioned clocks, tower-like in shape, that in the days of their childhood ornamented the remote corner of the hall, or stood solemnly near the chimney in the sitting-room of the old homestead, such a clock as that which greeted little Paul Dombey, when he commenced to be a man, with its "How, is, my, lit, tle, friend? how, is, my, lit, tle, friend?"

Those with him, more intent on getting something to eat, had pushed on back to where their haversacks and canteens and blankets had been left. Presently Shorty heard a call across the little valley: "Cor po ral Ell iott. Cor po ral Ell iott!" "Well, what is it?" Shorty called back, crustily. "Lit tle Pete and Sandy Ba ker is o ver here," came back upon the bright Spring air.

'Ha! said the Doctor, leaning back in his chair with his hand in his breast. 'Now I see my little friend. How do you do, my little friend? The clock in the hall wouldn't subscribe to this alteration in the form of words, but continued to repeat how, is, my, lit, tle, friend? how, is, my, lit, tle, friend?

This only do I ask: Thou Giver of Life, be not angry, be not severe on earth, let us live with thee on earth, take us to the Heavens. Azo tle nello nicyaitohua nican ipalnemohua, zan tontemiqui y, zan toncochitlehuaco, nicitoa in tlalticpac ye ayac huel tontiquilhuia ye nicana. But what can I speak truly here of the Giver of Life?

It made his childish bosom heave and swell when it was gone; and sent the globes, the books, blind Homer and Minerva, swimming round the room. But they stopped, all of a sudden; and then he heard the loud clock in the hall still gravely inquiring 'how, is, my, lit, tle, friend? how, is, my, lit, tle, friend? as it had done before. He sat, with folded hands, upon his pedestal, silently listening.

"Yes, but I I am a lit tle wi winded," answered Dave, when he could speak. "Good enough! Then you mastered the bronco, eh? Didn't he throw you at all?" "No." "Didn't he roll?" "Oh, yes, and I got off and on pretty quick, I can tell you." "It's wonderful! I never would have thought it!" And Sid Todd's face showed his great admiration.

In polysyllabic words in which there are no long vowels, all the vowels are intermediate. Vowels are "with stress" when they are the finals in the plurals of nouns and verbs, also in the perfect preterite, in possessives ending in â, ê, ô, and in the penultimate of nouns ending in tli, tla and tle when these syllables are immediately preceded by the vowel.