We are very much cramped.

We are very much cramped. The country is trying in the winter, and we really must do something for those who are in need. You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the dawn, but I know that I shall hardly live three hours. It will be night then. What does it matter, after all? Dying is a simple affair. One has no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight." The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- "Go to thy bed; thou wert awake all last night; thou art tired." The Bishop hung his head and replied, "Vermis sum--I am a worm." "A worm of the earth in a carriage?" growled the conventionary. It was the conventionary's turn to be arrogant, and the Bishop's to be humble. The Bishop resumed mildly:-- "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces off behind the trees yonder, how my good table and the