Today's Stichomancy for Barbara Streisand

"But how did he get in?" asked the children.

At this the fathers shook their heads, being themselves unable to understand how Claus had gained admittance to their homes; but the mothers, watching the glad faces of their dear ones, whispered that the good Claus was no mortal man but assuredly a Saint, and they piously blessed his name for the happiness he had bestowed upon their children.

"A Saint," said one, with bowed head, "has no need to unlock doors if it pleases him to enter our homes."

And, afterward, when a child was naughty or disobedient, its mother would say:

The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus

hopped off Dalzell's buff coat and fell into his boot. With the superstition peculiar to his age, the Nonconformist concluded that his adversary was rendered bullet-proof by enchantment, and, pulling some small silver coins from his pocket, charged his pistol therewith. Dalzell, seeing this, and supposing, it is likely, that Paton was putting in larger balls, hid behind his servant, who was killed. (4)

Meantime the outposts were forced, and the army of Wallace was enveloped in the embrace of a hideous boa-constrictor - tightening, closing, crushing every semblance of life from the victim enclosed in his toils. The flanking parties of

Augmenting its brightness for them that come after.

Heed then the call of the trumpets, the trumpets, Hoarse with the fervor, the frenzy of battle,-- Paladins, Paladins, saddle! to saddle! Bide not, abide not, God's bugles are calling!-- Thrust the sharp sword through the heart of the liar.

"MY LANDS, NOT THINE"

MY lands, not thine, we look upon, Friend Croesus, hill and vale and lawn.