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with a little literary ability added to his horribles, his 

 would be a really hair-raising romance. But the blood 

 he ladles out so plentifully is only coloured water ; 

 his spectres are only illuminated turnips on 

 broomsticks ; his verses so deplorable, his witticisms 

 so hobnailed that even schoolboys refuse any longer 



HARRISON AINS WORTH. 



From the Fraser portrait. 



to be thrilled. He ' wants to make yer blood run 

 cold," but he not infrequently raises a hearty laugh 

 instead. It would be impossible to burlesque " Rook- 

 wood " ; it burlesques itself, and shall be allowed to 



