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Reader —if thou hast a Father, peruse
fhesc lines, and obey their precepts:—lf thou
bast not, “ converse with thy past hours,”
and consider how oft tbou hast slighted them,
and expect not thy children will render to
thee that filial reverence which thou hast
refused to thine own.
From the N. H. Religious Intelligencer.
Grieve not thy father as long as he laelh.
Son of Sirach.
Ah I grieve not him whose silver hairs
Thin o’er his wasted temples stray;
Grieve not thy sire when time impairs
The glare of his manhood’s sway.
His tottering steps With reverence aid,
Biud his sunk brow with honor’s wreath,
And let his deafened ear be made
The harp where filial love shall breathe.
TVhat though his pausing mind partake
Her frail companion’s dark decay,
Though wearied, blinded Memory break
The casket where her treasures lay.
'With ready arm his burdens bear,
Bring heavenly balm his wounds to heal,
And with affection’s pitying care,
The error that thou mark’st, conceal.
Shy! canst thou tell how oft those arms
Have clasped thee to that shielding breast,
TVben infant fears or fancied harms
Thy wreak and wayward soul distrest ?
Know’at thou hoiv oil that lip has strove
Thine uninstructeil mind to aid ?
Ifcw oft a parent’s power of love
lUs rose on midnight's deepest shade?
Oievc not thy lie die 1
Lest when he sleep on Nature’s breast,
Tho record of its sligliest sigh,
Should prove a dagger to thy rest.
Tor If thy holiest debt or love
Forgotten or despised should be,
lie, whom thou coll’st thy sire above
Will bend a Judge’s frown on thee.
Aflubp Schools in SaU'i .America. — These in
stitutions are becoming more and more
prevalent in all parts of Christendom. The
salutary influence which they arc found to
*esert upon the morals and dispositions of
the young, are the best rewards which the
friends and Teachers of Sunday Schools
■can hope for or wish to receive : And we
should be gratified to know that the pupils
pf such schools in our neighborhood had
Committed the following lines to memory.
A Sunday School recently established at
Buenos Ayres, has been supplied with books
by the American Sunday School Union.
“ Go on and prospef.”
Xhe following is a copy of the Ode, written hy
W. B. Tappan, Esq. and sung at the con
clusion of tlie meeting. The air was taken
Oom Hayden’s Creation.
'The angel ranks thatjgird the throne
Os Majesty, stand not alone;
Tb mortis disinthralled ’tis given
To join the choral bymn of heaven.
Utrk! even now a richer strain
Comes floating o’er th’ eternal plain,
To infant choirs those harps belong,
And children's voices swrll that 6orig.
Gabriel ne’er touch’d a sweter string,
His legions listen as they sing ;
O whence those cherub minstrels, —say,
dad in Immortal’s bright array 7
In scenes where thoughtless worldlings
dwell,
"Hieir lot was cast, whose lyres now swell
The thrilling melody above,
'Thine be the praise, O God of love !
ScNDit School ! Earth has no name
Worthier to fill the breath of fame—
The untold blessings it hath shed
Shall be reveal’d when worlds have fled,
O Thou of Bethl’ern! once a child,
Jesus compassionate and mild,
Approve thy work—be this the sum
Os all our toil —“ Thy Kingdom come.”
THE MOTH with THE UOLOEN WINOS
llonnst Bebcr was a poor, merry
he»ted denizen of the ancicDt city
of lla v nra ; and if goodness of heart
were querulous as to its habitation
of flesh, it would buee had just
Krounds to complain of being lodged
»" a tenement as the
°* ® e *“ r To bear him speak
“r° to hear the
iTV* e » br :„" >Kht,> » l>ln . . ffom tbe
as they lit up the lines of his shrivel
led. bark-like countenance, were as
the flashings of inestimable jewels
through the ruins of a leathern cas
ket It had moreover pleased Allah
to place the seal of darkness upon
one of Beber’s eyes; and probably
fearing his temper under such a ca
lamity, he had most wisely deprived
his servant of his teeth ; he had,
furthermore, looped up a few incon
siderable lines in ouc of Beber’s legs;
and that pride on this should not seek
refuge in his servant’s hands, Allah
had graciously paralyzed one of his
believer’s arms. Was pride expell
ed the body of Beber? in snch a ru
ined hovel of human clay did pride
still find a peg whereon to hang her
looking-glass 1 Alas! yes; Beber was
proud. He would say, ‘ There is
happiness sufficient unto all men,
praised be Allah! Ifall have not a bale
of cloth, there is also none but hath
a thread. It is true, if lam stricken
upon the right cheek, I must turn me
round to look for the hand; and if
he that buffets me can run with the
gazelle, my legs may keep me from
the crinrv of slaying : if two hands
are needful for a thief, glory to Allah
who hath ordained his servant hon
est ; if honey-cakes make war upon
the may indulge with safety.
I am half blind, lame, toothles, and
have but five serviceable fingers; but
there is but one God, nnd ho is
great —I have not an ugly nose.”
Hereupon would Beber send forth a
laugh—and such a laugh ! His joy
wouki issue- from his throat, as though
it had to troll over so many pebbles
placed by some evil genius in his la
rynx. His laugh was composed of
several sounds of a distinct, cilnking
sharpness—every note proceeding,as
it were, from the movement of the be
fore-named impediments. Pride, in
most cases, arises from the possess
ion, or the fancied possession of some
valuable quality : Beber was ingen
ious—he could only pamper his
spirit upon the absence of HI. “We
are never wholly destitute,” he
would say ; “where Allah denies the
water*'of the fountain, he gives the
sands of the desert.”
Beber was in the employ of an
old Persian in the city, who had for
forty years been prying into the pro- •
found secrets of nature. Scfy, it was
said, would for nights search for the
heart of a firefly, and would for a
week thum over a mineral or a stone.
He was old, ugly, and choleric. His
face was tho colour of sun-burnt mar
ble ; his greedy, d.cp sunk eyes,
overshadowed by their long wiry
brows, were likened, in the language
of his slaves, to two revenous nnd
crouching jackals watching from se
pulchres. His beard wr3 stained a
deep black, which shaken by the
palsy in bis head, gave him the ap
pearance of a merciless and devour
ing goulc. “The neighbours say,”
thu3 Belier would sometimes solilo
quize, “that my master Sef'y, looks
into matters deeper than those of in
sects and of stones; that he has
visits from the genii—upon which
occasions his house shoots up and
spreads out like a sunflower, and
branches forth ;nto kiosks and pavil
lions ; all of which, however, mefti
away with the mist of the morning,
leaving nothing but hisohl studving
ing place.” One morning Beber was
so strongly possessed with the belief
of his master’s disposition towards
magic, that, instead of pursuing his
task with his fellow-labourers, of
searching among the surrounding
fields of Bassora for flies and pebbles
he entered a burial-place, and seat
ing himself beneath a cypress-tree,
spent the whole of the day in intense
but unprofitable cogitations. At
length evening arrived, and Beber
then became awakened to the folly
of his conduct; and rnllying the lit
tle philosophy he possessed, he de
termined to botake him, although
empty-handed, and fearful of tilt
bastinado, to his master. “Let me,”
said Beber. “but pass through the
night with an uncracked skin, nnd
master Sef’y may give coffee to and
wash the feet of Zatania himself, ere
I again set going the machinery of
my wit to the danger of my soles.”
With this resolution Bebcr arrived at
the mansions of his master, who cast
an evil eye upan the tardy servant,
whilst anger seem and to aid the effect
of palsy. ‘‘Slave! shew me an ex
cause for this delay : come produce
your stores.” Now it so happened
that all Bcbcr's fellows had been
more than usually fortunate, and had
presented their master with some of
the rarest specimens of the insect
and mineral kind : therefore the fault
of Belwr, when he informed his mas
ter of !,i» want of success appeared
most iniquitous. ‘‘Slave !” exclaim
ed (defy, and the foam of passion
streaked his black beard, ”go to
my museum, and there await mo
—“ There is but one God, and he is
great;” softly murmured the unfor-
H* tibierunt artes, pacisque imponerc morem, parcere subjects et debcilare superbas.—Virgil.
Milledgeville, Monday, February 19, 1827.
place, as though he was treading the
hair-breadth bridge of A1 Sirat.
When Beber entered the museum
whether his precarious situation more
awakened him to the peculiarity of
the place, is not recorded ; but it is
certain, on this occasion, he was more
impressed with its appearance than
heretofore. “There is but one God,
and he is great,” exclaimed Beber ;
“then why should men thus triumph
over the lesser creatures ?” This
benevolent question was evidently
excited by the peculiarity of the
apartment, of which every atom was
studded with living insects, impaled
on wire. There were some thousands
of wings heating convulsively ; the
whole room seemed instinct with life;
Beber felt as if he were enclosed by
four breathing walls. "He who for
pastime runs pins through the bowels
of beautiful and harmless flics, will
feel but little for the flesh of man,”
thought the sweat trick
led to his knees, and his very bones
were cold. “Wretch that lam !”
continued he : “I have been the
guilty partner ofthese crimes: I have
torn these lovely creatures from the
sun, the dews, and the flowers, to
have their soft velvet bodies pierced
with iron ! Surely he who wantonly
crushes a fly, would, had he the pow
er, blacken the rainbow, or strike
out the stars ” Beber’s heart was
newly opened by the scene of suffer
ing which surrounded him ; nnd not
knowing how long he might remain
without being himself impaled in the
middle of the room, as the grand
central ornament of the museum, he
resolved to do all the good that yet
was in his power? The eve of Beber
was suddenly attracted by a large and
beautiful Moth, fixed at the east side
of the mnseum : it was beating its
wings, and the acuteness of its agony
tarnished at intervals their golden
beauty ; the perspiration, like fine
diamond-dust, started from it in every
part; its horns were as polished
steel, bearing two little beads like
pearls ; its body, as crystal streaked
with veins of ruby ; its legs were as
amber; and upon each wing there
was a bright emerald-coloured spot,
which reflected the eye of the be
holder. Beber had never in his long
practice beheld any insect half so
beautilul; and as it was so pre-emi
nently lovely, the slave, true to the
weakness ofhuman nature, thought
that insect, before any other, should
have its liberty—whereupon he care
fully drew the tormenting pin from
its body. The Moth fell motionless
to the ground, and Beber feared his
metcy was come too late ; when be
ing about to stoop towards it, the
Moth suddenly sprang into the air,
and flew gently and steadily ground
the head of the slave. As the in
sect moved, a soft entrancing melody
was created by the undulations of its
wings, which fixed Beber with up
raised head, open mouth, and out
stretched iing rs.the scarcely breath
ing-figure of astonishment. By de
grees the insect comes more closely
to him ; now it just brushes his tur
ban ; it strikes with its golden wings
the closed lid of the onc-eycd Beber,
springs through the casement, and
vanishes The slave utters a shout
of astonishment—covers by turns
each eye with his hand—the lately
withered ball is again awakened to
light—Beber is no longer a one-eyed
man! For some moments he chuck
les with an inward delight; ho then
sinks into a state of dreaminess, from
which the appearance of Scfy, his
vindictive master, alone arouses him
The old Persian starts on beholding
in his museum a man in every res
pect like his servant Beber, save in
the possession of two eyes. With
out waiting for any explanation from
tho supposed intruder, Scfy orders
his servants to take the slave to a
distance, there to chastise him for
his presumption, and then to search
for the offending Beber. The men
ials, sharing in the surprise of thcii
master, are puzzelt’d with the per
son of their prisoner he is like Beb
er—lame, toothless, has but one good
arm—but then his two eyes! It is
not for them to ponder on the ques
tion ; they baro their charge into
the fields, and dutifully chastise
him.
And now beheld the unfortunate
Beber, left bleeding and exhausted
at the outskirts of the city. The
bastinado had done its work. “There
is but one God, and Mahomet is his
prophet,” sighed forth the unhappy
man, as he gradually revived to a
sense of his miserable condition.
“Softly, friend Beber! you have un
accountable gained an eye; although,
1 am afraid, against such profit you
may put the loss of your other leg."
Here the wounds in his feet again
began so to throb and smart, that the
poor fcllowod swooned under the
agony. When he recovered, he saw
hovering over him the very Moth
with the Golden Wnu'-, it.
it recognized its former deliverer ;
and; having fluttered round Beber
for some time, it gradually sank to
the soles of his feet, where Beber felt
the insect fanniig with its little wings
his smartings wounds: a greateful
coolness pervades the lacerated parts
—the flesh closes—no scars remain
—and Beber, rising from the earth,
discovers that he is not only cured
ol his hurts, but of his lameness.
“There is but one God !” lie shouts,
and throws himself round like ader
vise. The Moth, although it care
fully avoids the
ger hand ol Beber, still flies arOTnd
him, and seems by its movements as
if it wished to guide the footsteps of
its preserver. “Moth of Mahomet!
—for you can be no other—l will fol
low you,” exclaimed Beber, and he
marched forward. The Moth flew
to the city of Bassora; and after
guiding the astonished and delighted
Beber through many turnings and bye
ways, at length brought him into a
most beautiful garden. Here the;
Moth began to revel among the
flowers, which seemed sensible of
its caresses, and in a manner returned
them. Now the Moth would alight
upon a rose-bud, which would in
stantly burst into a full-blown Sower ;
and then ugain slightly collapse its
leaves, as though wishing to confine
the insect in its fragrant prison. Af
ter the Moth had thus dallied with
many of the beauties of the place,
it boldly flew into the hand of Bebei
which it quickly left to visit a flower,
and then it as speedily returned. Af
ter the Moth had continued these
movements for some time, Beber
thought he would pluck a flower :
scarcely does he pull a damask rose
from its stalk, when the leaves curl
together as though scorched by fire
their colour flashes with an added
brilliancy, and that which but a mo
ment betore was a flower on the tree,
becomes in the hand of Beber, an
inestimable ruby. Delight succeeds
astonishment: Beber now plucks
flowers of every hue, touched by the
wings of the Moth ; and in a few
minutes he has jewels of every colour
and description, from pearls trans
formed Irom lilies, to amber from
sunflowers. Whilst Holier was think
ing where he should hide away his
nches, he accidentally touched a
spider’s web depending from one of
the trees, and it instantly burst forth
into innumerable colours, and be
came as it were, a rainbow of silk,
which Beber instantly took, and
deposited therein his newly-found
riches.
Day was now fast approaching to
a close ; and B< bor, on looking round
for his good genius, the Moth with
the Golden W ings, found it had tied
he knew not whether. Hereupon
was Beber puzzled: for he knew
not how to depart from a place into
which lie had been introduced, he
knew not how. Whilst Buber was
engaged in arranging the little wit
sudden good fortune had left him, in
order to deliver himself from his
present perplexity, he perceived a
long procession of attendants com
ing down the garden ; and in an in
stant Beber, surrendering his soul
and body into the koeping of Allah,
disposed himself into a very ball,
and rolled under the friendly boughs
of a neighboring tree. Now al
though Beber had degraded himself
as much as possible from the upright
bodily dignity of man, he had never
theless, like a-wise politician, so dis
posed his eyes as not to be confound
ed by darkness in the general lump.
He beheld a numerous body of at
tendants halt just opposite his hiding
place, where they commenced pre
parations for a splendid feast. They
brought with them vessels of gold and
silver with the most delicate cates ;
they spread the carpets, arranged
the cushions; the grand carver was at
his post, and nothing was wantidg
but the master of the feast to com
mence the banquet. In a few min
utes the great mao himself appear
ed ; and Beber shuddered as he be
held his savage aspect. Giaffar,
(for that was his name) was iudeed a
cruel and relentless man : the bones
of many of his once-beautiful Cir
cassian slaves, if rumour might be
trusted, had long whitened beneath
the surge ; and even the bowels of
the earth unclosed his victims. The
feast began and ended in silcnco ;
the coffee went its round, and the
dancing girls had performed their
voluptuous measuae. Giaffar ques
tinned the slave respecting some tri
fling formality which had been unob
served m the economy of his chi
boque, when th- menial ventured a
reply : Giaffar, starting from his
cushion, threw his atagban at the
offender—who, however, by a adroit
movement, escaped th- blow, and
the h we-.t whining onwarth
aud falling a* a distance, sheathed
itself in toe unha »py Buber's lev
[Vol. n. No. 7.— Whole No. UX.
produced before the vongoful Giaf
far, who in two words gives out the
culprit’s fate.
The sound of the syllables, “bow
string, ’ s(ill tingled in Beber’s ears,
as he threw himself before Giaffar,
imploring his most gracious consid
eration. The appeal was in vain;
and Beber was being Hurried away
from the presence of Giaffar to the
first convenient corner for execu
tion. when in the struggle,—for Be
ber, albeit supple and obliging, dared
to struggle for his neck—the huge
silken bag of jewels fell from the
captive, and was speedily exposed
to the rejoicing eyes of Giaffur.—
“llow is this, slave?’ said he, evi
dently pleased, as though his inward
man had been tickclcd by a libation
of the pearls dissolved; “how is this
and wherefore these inestimable
riches?” Beber, feeling that his
windpipe was as yet unobstructed
by a cord, thought it behoved him,
if possible, to work its everlasting
liberty; and therefore, rallying the
little valour which had retreated he
scarcely knew where, he determin
ed upon acting the great man, and
endeavouring to pul death aside with
a big word. “Glory to the Prophet!”
commenced Beber; “his ways are
wonderful; and no man knowetb but
a narrow and a winding lane, with
foul serpents in the path tfnd thorns
at the side, may lead to a field of
melons. Surely, good sir, if mer
chants trading to Bassora are to
have their necks fitted with bow
strings, the winds and waters will
soon bring you nothing but grass
seed and sponge. When I quitted
my good father, who, Allah rest him,
is now beholding his beard in the
black eyes of immortal houris; when
he gave into my keeping these jew
els wherewith I was to trade, and
to make me lift my head with any
merchant in the bazaar, little did I
think that I should have to plead for
the holding of my patrimony, like a
felon against the bastinado. But
there is but one God,” added Be
ber, and ho placed his hands across
his breast. “Indeed! is this so?” re
plied Giaffar, who began to think he
had gone too far; whereupon, mo
tioning to his slaves, they respect
fully seated Beber upon a cushion,
and served him with coffee. Alter
a short pause, Giaffar recommenced
his interrogatories. “How is it, my
friend, that a man possessing the im
mense wealth contained in these
jewels should make so bad an ap
pearance! By my beard 1 took you
for some runaway slave! How is
this, 1 say?”—“Most wise brother,”
replied Beber, gaining courage as he
proceeded, “you must know the van
ity of embroidered garments; gravi
ty of dress delights the wise. He
who hath not sense sufficient to pre
fer the sweet sobriety.of the cinna
mon-bark to Ihe nauseating odour of
its flowers, deserves not the fra
grijpcc of the wood, but the effluvia
ot tho blossom.”—“Brother,” repli
ed Giaffar—for he bad now an art
ful game to play—"it is a wise de
fence of a worthy custom. You will
pardon the choleric reception I gave
you; and so, uow for business. You,
it seems, are a jewel merchant. I
can tell you, good fortune kas direct
ed your footsteps hither. There is
not one, in the whole city of Bassora
who can do you so good a turn as
myself. lam at the present time
commissioned to buy some valuable
gems; these appear of extraordinary
beauty; although, perhaps, I am
wrong to say as much—for a good j
trader will not praise the foot of a t
camel he is bargaining tor. How
ever, this night we will give to harm-
less pleasure, nnd to-morrow wo will
talk of trade.” By these fair words
did Giaffar wholly gain over to his
confidence the unsuspecting Beber.
“Bacroc!” said Giaffar—and an og
ly, foul-visaged slave approached
lam—“bring hither that peculiar
drink with which I treat the fortu
nate few whom I condescend to re
ceive in love nnd friendship. The
, slave quickly brings the desired li
quor, which Giaffar presents in a
golden vessel to his easy guest.—
•Honour to the Prophet! this is
surely not wine.”—"Wine!” replied
Giaffar in seeming anger; “but you
arc a stranger, and know not that 1
have thrice travelled to Mecca’s ho
ly shrine. YVme in the dwelling
place of the faithful!” Beber, not
wishing again to excite o violence,
the character of which he so well re
membered (for bis leg, although it
had been carefully attended by the
slaves, still at intervals pained him
grievously,) drank off the potion, to
the evident satisfaction of Giaffar.—
Beber, in bis agitation, had not dis
covered the Moth with the Golden
Wings, which fluttered around him
whilst be held the vessel in his hand,
hut vanished on tho instant lie em-
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earth. Giaffar, on this, exclatmew
to Bacroc and his fellows, "fiitpos 4
of the fool!” and, carrying with him
Beber’s bag of jewels, he re-entered
the house. The slaves, with wham
we shall for a time leave Beber,
bear him insensible from the gar*
dens.
Now it so happened that Giafffr
was a great favourite of the Sultan,
who bad with a vas>
sum of money to purchase jewels,
which his highness intended to prea
sent his daughter on her approach*
ing marriage. Early in the morn*
ing, the chief of the Saltan’s on#
nueba, with a suitable train, waited
upon Giaffar, to demand of him the
success of his mission. Giaffar ter
ceived the messenger with all pomi#
ble dignity, and ceremonioQsly pla
ced in bis hand, enveloped in a rids
cloth of gold, the silken bag «iut
jewels of the lackless Beber.-
“Thrice fortunate am I, the slave of
tbe Sultan, in having been <0 quick
ly and so admirably suited with that
desired by my master. Yea*' held,
my good Mesroar,, jewels of tho
most astonishing beauty; they sbioo
even as a lump of tbe son.’’ Upoa
hearing this, tbe eunuch was aboat
to indulge his eyesight with a peep
at his spleddid charge, when he no
prevented by Giaffar: “Pardon me,
good Mesrour; but Mahomet for
bid that I should permit any one to •
look upon tbe jewels before hfe
Greatness the Sultan himself.”
rour, being » subtle courtier, felt
the full force of such and otqectioiY
and saluting Giaffar; quitted him for
presence ot tbe Sultan. Arrived at
the palace, Mesrour found the Sul
tan and his court assembled in full
state. Tbe eanuch, prostrating
himself before the throne, delivered
into the hands of the Sultan the pur
chase of Giaffar. “He is a good and
a faithful servant,” said the Saltan,
as he directed the golden napkin to
be taken from the jewels. ’’Know,”
he continued* “it pleaseth us to in
from the faithful, that we intend to
bestow one of our daughters in mar
riage, and therefore have entrusted
our good servant Giaffar to pur
chase the bridal present” On th&
a murmur of applause ran tborugh
the court, which was, however, spee*
dily tamed into astonishment* when
on the Sultan’s snatching from b&
officer the contents of the golden
cloth, he displayed to tbs'court o
heap of withered buds of flowed,
entangled in a large cobweb! “lies*
rour,” exclaimed the Sultan, “hop
is this? I send you for jewels, and
you dear to bring me shrivelled
flowers in the web of a spider!” All
the court stood aghast, as Mesrour,
prostrating himself before the throna
briefly yet tremblingly uttered,
“Commander of the Faitbfol, stfch
as I received such have 1 given to
yon!” “Alii Giaffar mocks our ten
derness and clemency! By the bear it
of my father, he dies! Bring me bib
head!” It takes but short time for
Mesrour to depart from the coart.
to seize the person of Giaflhr, and to
bring the astonished culprit before
the vengeful front of his master.—a
“How is this, slave?” questioned the
Saltan; “are these your jewels?” and
he showed to the perturbed favor
ite the worthless fragments be had
sent. It was in vain for Giaffar to
protest that he must have dealt
with a magician, that they were, oik
the last night, the most beautiful
jewels: the Sultan orders the execu
tion of Giaffar, and the -court crier
I proclaims through the principal
t streets of Bassora, that, in two hours
Giaffar, the late favorite of the Stil
, tan, is to be be beaded is the pre*
sence of the coart.
Let us now return to Beber, wbota
the slaves of Giaffar left in an iKh
frequented part ofßassora, in sense
hie nnd almost naked. Twice did
Bacroc think of despatching him,
when his fellows, touched with some
little compassion, dissaaded him
from the deed, by assuring him that
Beber being a stranger in Bassora,
and unacquainted with cither the
mansion or the name of Giadgr,
could not, even if he survived the
effects of the soporific potion, be ip.-
any way dangerous. Beber, how
ever, triumphed over tbe terrors of
the night; and waking in tbe morn
ing, fonnd himself hungry, peonyies&
aud almost naked. The recollec
tion of the events of tbe preceding
evening came over him, and bo was
about to inveigh bitterly against bis
destiny, when bis gpod spirits camd
to bis aid, he took from a neigh
bouring reservnq; a handful of water,
saying before he dnmfc, ' I put tho
swqgMneat of resignation into the
strenn, and lo! I am nourished:’* ho
no sooner had swallowed the mater,
than he tound his mouth filled
■n admirable set of teeth! Beber
was overccotne with wond-m Kw