“No, you did not, brother. Well inquired.”

“But I do say,” proceeded Venus, “that I am taken from among my trophies of anatomy, am called upon to exchange my human warious for mere coal-ashes warious, and nothing comes of it. I think I must give up.”

“No, sir!” remonstrated Wegg, enthusiastically. “No, Sir!

‘Charge, Chester, charge,

On,

Mr.

Venus, on!’