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CHAPTER XII. 



SCENE, A CHURCH- YARD. 

 Enter LEISTER, OTTER, SWIVELTOP, and MAY-FLY. 



May. Here let us wind up and unscrew. What 

 is more fitting than that we close the feats of the 

 year in a church-yard ? Ah ! Doctor, we are out of 

 all humour with Time, he hath put to flight so many 

 schemes of ours. Designed we not more than the 

 summer hath room for ? and now where is even the 

 smoke of our intentions ? But 'tis better in truth 

 as it is, else were there too many remembrances of 

 happiness in our hearts not to make the future miser- 

 able. I like to find that disappointments have been 

 mingled up with pleasures, it steels me the more 

 against suffering. And this has been the last of the 

 year's anglings, Doctor ; I am sorry for it and yet 

 glad ! 



