LETTER XXIII. 



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baize door became a perfect Herr Dobbler magic hat ; and it was 



at last a relief to permanently "lay" Mr 



Dougald's bishop -like, black -vestured, 



white -chokered figure through 



that mysterious chasm, 



with all his decanters, 



plate, silver teapot, &c., 



and then draw our 



own very homely 



figures (in slightly 



damaged shooting 



syflBwSkv^ ' 



coats and carpet slip- 

 pers) to the fireside. 

 My companion seemed 

 highly amused at 

 my surprise ; for when 

 he asked me to go 

 with him to Jura, 

 I immediately proposed 



taking a boiled ham, a gallon of 

 beer, a bottle of whisky, and 

 other such rude necessaries of 

 life, supposing that we should have 

 resided in a cave ; for Jura, though as 

 large as the Isle of Wight, may almost be 

 called uninhabited. Since the Norsemen named it Diur ay, the 



