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    time to come . No ., I will not retreat . But I will punish myself for the mistake by taking no breakfast . There will be fewer things to wash—that ' s some encouragement to fortitude . How nice everything smelt ! I have stood nere and watched the steam come oozing from the long-crooked nose of the tea-pot they left me , cloud after cloud , fainter and fainter ! Now it is all over ! now it is all cold ! Well done , strong-minded man , that hath resisted warm tea , though athirst , and left , though ravening within , yon pile of sandwiches inviolate ! { Voices at a distance ) . They come ! they will bear witness to my fortitude ! But the cause—the cause , O

    Squills ! Is it worthy of such unconquerable endurance ? This admits of doubt . Surely I might now admit that I was wrong , because my present self that knows the fact , is not the gentleman who two days ago did not know that fact ; for that is my past 9 elf ? Ahem ! I'll be hanged if I do admit it for all that 1 Here they come!—there ' s Sandy Saunderson , and a little behind him there '« Mr . Shamrock , and Miss Jukes , and the Lord ; but where ' s Moses the clean Jew ?

    Enter Sandy Saunderson . Saunderson . Gude ' s my life , Squills ! Squills ( abstractedly ) . Without soap and water , what is man ? Saunderson . He ' s just a brute creature ; but ha' ye taken naething to eat the morn ?

    Squills . I hate the Scotch—Saunderson . Hech , mon ? Squills . Whiskey and oatmeal ! Mr . Saunderson , do not persist in personalities .

    Enter Shamrock O'Toole , Miss Jukes , and Lord Dough . Shamrock O'Toole . Ephraim Squills , we ' ve come to eat all you ' ve got ! Squills . You'll kill me first , I hope ? Lord Dough . I exhaust—I repine for want of nourishment ! Miss Jukes . What nice things have you got for us ? Squills . It ' s not my turn to answer . Shamrock O'Toole . Oh , here ' s a fine ham and a cold turkey , and lots of boiled fowls ! Saundkrson . It wiima be decent in a body to stick a fork intil them sae rabidly out o * time . We maun first tak dinner to the

    folk at the great Tree yonder ! Lokd Dough . I faint ! I uiigastrify ! , Shamrock O'Toole . True , Sandy , true . Away then , ye daoent thoughtful moor-fowl , and take as much as you can carry , for their ating and drinking . Saunderson . But first , sir , are ye nae a patriot ? Shamrock O'Toole . By my sowl and all , am I !

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1835, page 379, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2646/page/15/