DEAR SIR, — Ecce my notes on the sermon.

However, the people who live there remain to their transmanche neighbours an enigma wrapped up in Gauloise smoke, a tribe more mysterious than the Hottentots.

And being in an agonie, he prayed more earneſtly,[…].

[…]and an Abraham cove—that is to say, an animal driven to desperation by cold and hunger.