Tales and Sketches

AMINADAB IVISON started up in his bed. The great clock at the head of the staircase, an old and respected heirloom of the family, struck one. "Ah," said he, heaving up a great sigh from the depths of his inner man, "I've had a tried time of it." "And so have I," said the wife. "Thee's been kicking and threshing about all night. I do wonder what ails thee."