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down. You shan't come into my Sanctum with 

 those boots boots ! why, they 're like barges, sunk 

 to water's-edge ! You bring to mind a certain 

 Mr. Demos whom the witty comedian of Athens 

 tells of : 



' 'T was asked through all the quarter, 



Camo you in Boots, sir, or in Boats 

 By Land, sir, or by Water ? ' 



oif with 'em ! they shall be cooked, under the mut- 

 ton-chops, and come in again with the muffins! 

 You 're in close custody ; so peel off that patrimonial 

 looking great-coat, and send it after the boots. 

 Why it 's as heavy as those same guineas ! I '11 

 be bound the lining 's stuffed with 'em ! " [Mr. Gr. 

 eyed it over, and shook his head, smiling gro- 

 tesquely.] ""Well! come along you shall abuse 

 Foreigners and Free-traders over the first two 

 cups, and we '11 drink ' Better prices for '36 ! ' over 

 the third." 



