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"In the first place," said the squire, "my sister and Mr Foster: in the second, Miss Graziosa Chromatic and Sir Patrick O'Prism: in the third, Miss Tenorina Chromatic and your humble servant: and in the fourth to which, by the by, your consent is wanted " "Oho!" said Mr Cranium. "Your daughter," said Squire Headlong. "And Mr Panscope?" said Mr Cranium. "And Mr Escot," said Squire Headlong.
Cot save us! sitting on Hugh Llwyd's pulpit, which, your honour fery well knows, is a pig rock in the middle of the river " "Of course he was mistaken," said Mr Escot. "To pe sure he was," said the sexton.
Chromatic, concluded the negotiation for Sir Patrick as expeditiously as he had done for himself. The squire next addressed himself to Mr. Escot: "Here are three couples of us going to throw off together, with the Reverend Doctor Gaster for whipper in. Now I think you cannot do better than to make the fourth with Miss Cephalis." "Indeed?" said Mr. Escot.
Mr Escot seated himself by the side of Mr Jenkison, and inquired if he took no part in the amusement of the night? Mr Jenkison. No. The universal cheerfulness of the company induces me to rise; the trouble of such violent exercise induces me to sit still.
He satisfies his hunger with roots and fruits, unvitiated by the malignant adhibition of fire, and all its diabolical processes of elixion and assation; he slakes his thirst in the mountain-stream, summisgetai tae epituchousae, and returns to his peaceful state of meditative repose. Mr Jenkison. Like the metaphysical statue of Condillac. Mr Escot.
That apology is quite sufficient. Mr Panscope. Apology, sir? Mr Escot. Even so, sir. You have lost your temper, which I consider equivalent to a confession that you have the worst of the argument. Mr Panscope. Lightning and devils! sir Squire Headlong. No civil war! Temperance, in the name of Bacchus! A glee! a glee! Music has charms to bend the knotted oak. Sir Patrick, you'll join?
No philosopher would resign his mental acquisitions for the purchase of any terrestrial good. Mr Escot. In other words, no man whatever would resign his identity, which is nothing more than the consciousness of his perceptions, as the price of any acquisition. But every man, without exception, would willingly effect a very material change in his relative situation to other individuals.
"That it never loses sight of the loaves and fishes," said Mr. Escot. "It never loses sight of any point of sound doctrine," said the reverend doctor. The coachman now informed them their time was elapsed. "You will allow," said Mr.
For, look you, his epitaph says: "'He that my bones shall ill bestow, Leek in his ground shall never grow." "But you will well bestow them in giving them to me," said Mr. Escot. "I will have this illustrious skull bound with a silver rim and filled with wine, for when the wine is in the brain is out."
Squire Headlong. Bravo! Pass the bottle. The very best speech that ever was made. Mr Escot. It has only the slight disadvantage of being unintelligible. Mr Panscope. I am not obliged, sir, as Dr Johnson observed on a similar occasion, to furnish you with an understanding. Mr Escot. I fear, sir, you would have some difficulty in furnishing me with such an article from your own stock. Mr Panscope.
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