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"Even the tiger that devours him?" said Mr Escot. "Certainly," said Doctor Gaster. "How do you prove it?" said Mr Escot. "It requires no proof," said Doctor Gaster: "it is a point of doctrine. It is written, therefore it is so." "Nothing can be more logical," said Mr Jenkison.
The second set of dances was now terminated, and Mr Escot flew off to reclaim the hand of the beautiful Cephalis, with whom he figured away with surprising alacrity, and probably felt at least as happy among the chandeliers and silk stockings, at which he had just been railing, as he would have been in an American forest, making one in an Indian ring, by the light of a blazing fire, even though his hand had been locked in that of the most beautiful squaw that ever listened to the roar of Niagara.
"The skull is yours," said the squire, skipping over to Mr Cranium. "I am perfectly satisfied," said Mr Cranium. "The lady is yours," said the squire, skipping back to Mr Escot. "I am the happiest man alive," said Mr Escot. "Come," said the squire, "then there is an amelioration in the state of the sensitive man."
Cranium, utterly destitute of the art of swimming, was in imminent danger of drowning. Mr. Escot immediately plunged in to his assistance, and brought him alive and in safety to a shelving part of the shore. Their landing was hailed with a shout from the delighted squire, who, shaking them both heartily by the hand, and making ten thousand lame apologies to Mr.
When the first two dances were ended, Mr Escot, who did not choose to dance with any one but his adorable Cephalis, looking round for a convenient seat, discovered Mr Jenkison in a corner by the side of the Reverend Doctor Gaster, who was keeping excellent time with his nose to the lively melody of the harp and fiddle.
Mr Gall. You allude, sir, I presume, to my review. Mr Escot. Pardon me, sir. You will be convinced it is impossible I can allude to your review, when I assure you that I have never read a single page of it. Mr Gall, Mr Treacle, Mr Nightshade, and Mr Mac Laurel. Never read our review! ! ! ! Mr Escot. Never.
'Sdeath, sir, do you question my understanding? Mr Escot. I only question, sir, where I expect a reply; which, from things that have no existence, I am not visionary enough to anticipate. Mr Panscope.
Do you justify that principle? Mr Jenkison. I neither justify nor condemn it. It is practically recognised in all societies; and, though it is certainly the source of enormous evil, I conceive it is also the source of abundant good, or it would not have so many supporters. Mr Escot. That is by no means a consequence.
Passing through the wicket, and peeping through the chapel window, he could not refrain from reciting a verse in Greek aloud, to the great terror of the sexton, who was just entering the churchyard. Mr. Escot at once decided that now was the time to get extensive and accurate information concerning his theory of the physical deterioration of man. "You have been sexton here," said Mr.
"We will begin, if you please, then," said Mr Escot, "no further back than the battle of Salamis; and I will ask you if you think the mariners of England are, in any one respect, morally or intellectually, superior to those who then preserved the liberties of Greece, under the direction of Themistocles?"
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