witnesses, the master called him one day into a bungalow at the bottom
of his garden, at some distance from the house. "Now," said he as he
shut the door and put the key into his pocket, "you'll complain to Sir
Henry Gwillam, will you? There is nobody near to bear witness to what
you may say, and, with the blessing of God, I'll give it you
well."--"Massa sure nobody near?" asked the Indian.--"Yes, yes, I've
taken good care of that."--"Then I give massa one good beating." And
forthwith the maty-boy proceeded to put his threat into execution, till
the master, being the weaker of the two, was compelled to cry mercy;
which being at length granted, and the door opened with at least as much
alacrity as it was closed, Maotoo decamped without beat of drum, never
to appear again.--_Twelve Years' Military Adventures, &c._

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THE GATHERER.

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
SHAKSPEARE.

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MEMENTO MORI.


_Inscribed on a Tombstone._