With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.

’Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia:

Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,

But get thee to a nunnery — go!

Well, the old man he liked that speech, and he mighty soon got it so he could do it first rate. It seemed like he was just born for it; and when he had his hand in and was excited, it was perfectly lovely the way he would rip and tear and rair up behind when he was getting it off.

The first chance we got the duke he had some show-bills printed; and after that, for two or three days as we floated along, the raft was a most uncommon lively place, for there warn’t