first t' attack their banded school, at a time it seemed imprignable."

"Ah! this promises to be very interesting," sighed Mrs. Dodd; "and before
you enter on so large a field, perhaps it would be as well to dispose of
a little matter which lies at my heart. Here is _my poor daughter_----"

"NLISSMEE! A human Bean is in a constant state of flux and reflux; his
component particles move, change, disappear, and are renewed; his life is
a round of exhaustion and repair. Of this repair the brain is the
sovereign ajint by night and day, and the blood the great living
material, and digestible food th' indispensible supply. And this balance
of exhaustion and repair is too nice to tamper with: disn't a single
sleepless night, or dinnerless day, write some pallor on the face, and
tell against the buddy? So does a single excessive perspiration, a
trifling diary, or a cut finger, though it takes but half an ounce of
blood out of the system. And what is the cause of that rare ivint--which
occurs only to pashmints that can't afford docking--Dith from old age?
Think ye the man really succumms under years, or is mowed down by Time?
Nay, yon's just Potry an' Bosh. Nashins have been thinned by the lancet,
but niver by the scythe; and years are not forces, but misures of events.
No, Centenarius decays and dies bekase his bodil' expindituire goes on,
and his bodil' income falls off by failure of the reparative and
reproductive forces. And now suppose bodil' exhaustion and repair were a
mere matter of pecuniary, instead of vital, economy: what would you say
to the steward or housekeeper, who, to balance your accounts and keep you
solvent, should open every known channel of expinse with one hand, and
with the other--stop the supplies? Yet this is how the Dockers for thirty
cinturies have burned th' human candle at both ends, yet wondered the
light of life expired under their hands."