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months after to get something done to a tooth, I went 

 to a neighbouring town, knocked at the door of a 

 dentist, when who should open it but the page of 

 buttons innumerable, and of course in the operator I 

 saw my friend, the master of the cobs. I then learned 

 he kept them at livery, had on the day I met him 

 been to a pic-nic, and then with the valuable assist- 

 ance of the page, had put his cobs to in the novel way 

 I have mentioned, which, par excellence, we will call 

 the dentrifugal plan. 



Friend the third appears in the person of an 

 acquaintance who called on me one morning in a 

 very neat phaeton, quite a George the Fourth, a very 

 aristocratic-looking galloway, and a set of harness 

 which he considered perhaps in equally good taste. 

 Oh, ye Dryads and ye Fauns, what a set of harness ! 

 the near side of an old plated double set ! I inquired 

 into the origin of this incongruous amalgamation, and 

 found that the phaeton was a present, the galloway 

 had been purchased at ten sovereigns as perfectly 

 sound (worth forty if he had been so), and the 

 harness, literally covered with plated ornaments, he 

 had bought at a sale for two pounds the double set, 

 very economically thinking, that, as the set was a 

 dead bargain, and, as he thought, would do equally 

 well for two horses in one way as in another, he 

 might sell the one so as to get the other for nothing 

 for his own use : but he unfortunately found, that 

 although the silvered ornaments destined for each 

 horse to carry would load a hand-cart, no one would 

 look twice at the second set, so he retained them with 

 the comfortable assurance that he was harnessed for 

 life (so he was in truth with his bargain). But the 

 best of the joke, and indeed the only joke in the 



