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Not by one, Sir, but by a great many; this was a Cheesemonger they fell out over a Bottle of Brandy, went to Snicker Snee; Mr. Bellmour cut his Throat, and was hang'd for't, that's all, Sir. Bel. And did the young Lady believe this? Ral. Ralph. Bel. So, here's a hopeful Account of my sweet self now. Enter Post-man with Letters. Post. Pray, Sir, which is Sir Feeble Fainwou'd's? Bel.
Did you make it yourself, Ral?" asked Jack, handling it with delight, as he sat bolt upright, with his leg on a rest, for he was getting on capitally now. "Mostly. Rather a neat job, I flatter myself." "I should say so. What a clever fellow you are! Any new inventions lately?" asked Frank, coming up to examine and admire.
There is one way to give novelty: to depend for success on the interest of a well-contrived story. "Liberty's in every blow; Let us do or die!" Poor Rob Burns! to tack thy fine strains of sublime patriotism! Better take Tristram Shandy's vein. Hand me my cap and bells there. So now, I am equipped. I open my raree-show with Ma'am, will you walk in, and fal de ral diddle?
Why, I could dance; so I sprang from my chair, and singing the tune, commenced a quadrille movement, Tal de ral la, tal de ral la, lity, lity, lity, liddle-um, tal de ral la, tal "Three bells, sir," cried the first lieutenant, who had opened my door unperceived by me, and showed evident surprise at my motions; "shall we beat to quarters?" "Certainly, Mr B ," replied I, and he disappeared.
Why, I hope all hours are lawful with a Man's own Wife. Sir Cau. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons. Sir Feeb. Enter Ralph. Ral. Sir, here's a young Gentleman without wou'd speak with you. Sir Feeb. Bear. Pray, Sir, use mine, it is a travell'd Blade I can assure you, Sir. Sir Feeb. I thank you, Sir. Enter Ralph and Bellmour disguised, gives him a Letter, he reads. How my Nephew! Bel.
Sometimes the greyhound is employed in this sport: the delim attacks him, and while they are fighting, the men carry off the young ones, to bring them up in their tents. The ral are easily tamed; they sleep under the tent, are exceedingly lively, and play with the children and dogs.
Ralph, are the Fidlers ready? Ral. They are tuning in the Hall, Sir. Sir Feeb. That's well, they know my mind. I hate that same twang, twang, twang, fum, fum, fum, tweedle, tweedle, tweedle, then scrue go the Pins, till a man's Teeth are on an edge; then snap, says a small Gut, and there we are at a loss again. Sir Cau.
And, sir, will you stalk in, and fal de ral diddle? And, miss, will you pop in, and fal de ral diddle? And, master, pray hop in, and fal de ral diddle? Query How long is it since I heard that strain of dulcet mood, and where or how came I to pick it up? It is not mine, "though by your smiling you seem to say so." Here is a proper morning's work!
"And many strange sights I've seen, And long I've been a rover, And everywhere I've been, But now the wars are over. I've been across the line, Where the sun will burn your nose off; And I've been in northern climes, Where the frost would bite your toes off. Fal de ral, fal de ral, fal de ral de liddy." "Heave a-head, Tom, and let me stump up at my leisure.
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