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in his temples. His nose was wide and very flat, 

 and he had a multitudinous assortment of teeth. 

 So many indeed, to appearance, that he might be 

 thought to have double the number which falls to 

 the lot of most people. Whether this was owing 

 to his total want of a chin, or to some peculiar for- 

 mation of his jaws, I know not, but so it was. His 

 figure was short and dumpy, but he tried to im- 

 prove it by a smart waistcoat, and a knowing sort 

 of jacket. After some conversation on the sport of 

 the day, we invited Mr. Peebles to accompany us 

 to our inn, and as his heart opened over a glass of 

 grog, he gave us the following account of what he 

 called his misfortunes. My readers shall have it 

 in nearly his own words, and I hope they will be 

 more entertained than I was. My want of taste in 

 this respect, may be owing, perhaps, to my dc'sire 

 to retire to rest after the fatigues of the day. I 

 should inform my readers, that I by no means con- 

 sider Mr. Peebles as a legitimate * brother of the 

 angle.' This hint is necessary to prevent its being 

 supposed that he belongs to that worthy fraternity. 



