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tion at Cambridge; and were surmounted 

 by a head that resembled very much the 

 portrait painted on the hind boot of the 

 Liverpool coach, intended to represent a 

 Saracen ; indeed, a cast of his bust, as ex- 

 posed to me that morning, would have 

 done very well for the sign on Snow Hill. 

 His inflated cheeks shone like burnished 

 copper ; his large prominent eyes were red 

 with the effects of recent indulgence. 

 Huge drops of perspiration stood upon 

 his expansive brow, as he held out his 

 hand, which in shape and size was like a 

 shoulder of mutton, and said, in a voice 

 not the most musical in the world, 



"How are ye?" calling me by name. 



" Walk in I'm d glad to see ye 



it's d hot, ain't it ;" then turning 



round and sending out a puff, that I 

 can only compare to the expiring blast 

 of a blacksmith's bellows, he led the 

 way into the parlour. Surprised at his 



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