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then, ar's warn'd,' replied Pigg, catching the 

 infection of fear. 



Mr. Jorrocks. 'Oh yes! at least he writes 

 about them; and no one disputes print. Oh 

 dear! oh dear! I almost fear I've made a mess 

 o' myself, by axin' of him to come. I question 

 if the world would not have been as 'appy without 

 the mighty Hego. Hoil, butter, sugar, soap, all 

 that sort o' thing is werry pleasant; but then 

 oh, 'orror ! the idea of being rubbed the wrong 

 way by Hego ! Death itself would be better ! ' 



Pigg. 'Hout, tout! fear nout! there's nout 

 to boggle a man! Gin I were ye, with all yeer 

 brass, ar' wadn't care for neone.' 



Mr. Jorrocks. ' Ah ! but, Pigg ! think of ham- 

 bition ! think of fame ! think of that summut 

 arter life wot prompts men to great hactions! 

 Here, for five-and-thirty years, have I been a 

 hardent follower of the chase loved it, oh, 

 'eavens! for its own sake, and not from any 

 hanxious longins arter himmortality ! and now, 

 when greatness has been thrust upon me when 



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