AN IDLE SCAMP. 



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pails and watering pans; in consequence of which I 

 was compelled to snap my line, and turn upon my fair 

 tormentors. But let no boy of fourteen ever try to face 

 a batch of lasses. In fine, I was terribly mauled, and 

 did not feel my ears at all comfortable in their externals 

 for a considerable time afterwards. 



But enough of these idle anecdotes. The reader will 

 now understand that I, Harry Otter, was an idle scamp. 

 If he chooses to keep company with me in my rambles, 

 he will, nevertheless, find no very particular harm in me, 

 and I on my part shall be delighted to hold good fellow- 

 ship with an indulgent brother of the craft. 



I saw young Harry with his beaver off.' 

 G 



