"
"Well, sure I don't mind," was the reply. "Won't hurt me--may do you
good. Want to know how it's managed?"
"That I do, indeed," was the earnest answer,
"Why reason I've lived for more than century and quarter is this! I've
never been--mind, never been during all that time--see--during all
that time--never been sober!"
PETER was astounded.
"Why, Sir WILFRID LAWSON says--" he began.
"Never mind what Sir WILF-LAWSON says, I say if you want, keep your
health you must--hic--always--be--in--in--intoxicavated! Now go to
public-house. My patients in public-houses yonder."
And, urged by a sense of duty, PETER withdrew; and, joining the Sage's
cures, found them in various stages of renewed health, and increased
intoxication.
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THE BITTER CRY OF THE BRITISH BOOKMAKER.
(_AFTER A FAMOUS ORIGINAL._)
'Tis a very good land that we live in
To lend, or to lose, or to give in;
But to _sell_--at a profit--or keep a man's own,
'Tis the very worst country that ever was known.
Men give cash for their wines, wives, weeds, churches and cooks,
But your genuine Briton _won't_ pay for his--Books!
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JOURNAL OF A ROLLING STONE.
EIGHTH ENTRY.
Since my call to the Bar, have been treating myself to rather a long
roll abroad. Now, however, the time has come to devote myself to the
work of the profession, which seems to mean studying practical law
with some discreet and learned Barrister.
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