'Sdeath! what can I have done with it? Oh! here it is," cried Hogarth, picking it from the ground. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been. ” Ennison dropped the evening paper which he had been pretending to read. Without stopping to inquire into the cause of their mirth, or even to ask the names of his guests, the worthy carpenter shook hands with the one-eyed chapmen, slapped Mr. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. “I have scarcely left his side.
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