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'THERE, Miss Bridget, how does your name look in print?' exclaimed Uncle Ev, throwing down the Courier before his niece, that she might see herself mentioned as one of the arrivals by the last vessel. 'Now, then, no more retirement for you; make ready for the thousand and one visitors ever prone to avail themselves of glowing advertisements of prettily-named young ladies.'
'Oh! I am longing to see the first people that come. Lionel made such fun of the folks in this colony. I can't fancy they will all be as nice as you. The Hills, who came home, said the men could only talk about cattle, so much so, that the bishop once preached on that text, "Whose talk is of bullocks."