Perhaps some of you gentlemen may be familiar with the works of Mr W. The convention elected by the people to frame a constitution is approaching the completion of its labors. Fleming had a box of crayons and one night during free study he had coloured the earth green and the clouds maroon. The bell! The bell! Farewell! O farewell! The cold sunlight was weaker and Brother Michael was standing at his bedside with a bowl of beef-tea.