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Oil-cloth.

Floor-cloth. I have no objections.

objection. The rain will be on.

It will rain. What are you thinking on?

of, or about, more modern and better in this sense ; but, habits of

thinking on, &c. perfectly good. 66 We waited dinner an hour on him."

for.

H. Arnot. Out of sight the best.

Out and out. Outside in.

Inside out. Don't sit on the door.

in the draught of. Pray come off the door.

out of the draught of. I have no skill of that.

in that art, &c. He threw it over the window. No person to pass this way, or they If any person, &c. ; or rather, all will be prosecuted.

persons passing this way will be

out of.

prosecuted.

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Look out that word in the dictionary,

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To trivial wonders is my song confined,
A slender crew, and folks without a mind;
Whose futile forms no impious hand inspires
With warmth unhallowed, or Promethean fires.

Where gaping throngs admire the mimic feat,
And sleight of face enchants the grinning street,
All whom the pleasure or the wonder bring,
Intent on mirth, fill the allotted ring,
Nor reigns disorder, but precedence fit
Marshals the crowd, and as they pay they sit.

At last the curtain slides, and straight all eyes
Fix on the box, where thread in many plies
Crosses the window, lest the pervious space
Betrayed the guile. And now a shrill-tongued race
Enter their lackered hall and much-daybed homes |
Here, pent in narrow scene and lowly dome,
Plots, wars, and pomps, and all man's busy day, 1 h
On their small boards, the little people playa de La
A blustering manny struts above the rest, 6 KAMI
With breadth of buckle on his ampler vest ; most is. És
Whose wandering eye-balls roll with living light; W
Immoderate swells his paunch, and to huge height
Rises his back. The pigmy tribe askance
Ponder his frightful step and giant glance. 17,752 111

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He, trusting in his size and unmatched force, Rails on the

puny

mob without remorse ;
And, scattering loud his tyrant wit around,
In squalls of joy the wicked droll is drown'd.
Oft too, though serious rites the rest engage,
And some high pageant fills the thoughtful stage,
Reckless he spurns upon the earnest train,
With bursts of bootless cheer and shrill disdain ;
Oft shocks the painted fair in froward mood,
And darts loud kisses on the averted wood.

Meantime, with various games, the common sort
Strain their light limbs, and cope in agile sport.
Sometimes the wooden gentry you

behold
In purple issue and the blaze of gold;
As bent on motive of some great appeal,
Or high concernment of the commonweal;
In decent rank the matron troop advance,
The gorgeous chieftain, and the glittering lance.

wain,
Glide forth the pageant sprites and fairy train,
In festive mazes tread their narrow round,
And touch with noiseless feet the frequent ground;
Aurora dawns, nor any trace is seen
But a sweet herbage, and a fresher green.

Yet clouds will rise, and mar this fairer light, For wars are known, fell wars and horrid fight. The savage band are up in arms; fierce blows Deform their seat, and break their soft repose. So faithless as the smiles of pleasure are ! So close the heel of joy is rubbed by care ! Now swords, now tubes with fetid sulphur presta And gleam of iron, and lances in the rest, And dreadful clash ensue: the bars within Strain to the pressure and the hideous din ; While the touched nitre, with distracting sound, Spatters its fires and erring hisses round. Heaped is the floor with slain ; strewed round the stage Host lies on host, dire fruit of civil rage.

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