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not have behaved so yesterday when George Adam 

 Brown and the Duke of Sussex were here." 



" D n George Adam Brown," cried the old tar. 



" I had rather see my old friend and his wife here than 

 all the Fellows of Trinity together." 



A fit of hysterics followed this burst of ill-timed 

 indignation, and it for a short time interrupted the 

 pleasure of the evening. The Captain was determined 

 not to give way to such " d — d nonsense," as he, in not 

 the most polite terms, described it ; and the lady, after 

 the application of the usual remedies, took her place 

 at the supper- table. 



Closely connected with this family, but seldom a visitor 

 at the house, was a character as genuine as his brother- 

 in-law for standing out in prominent relief from the 

 crowd of others of the community, as original and unique. 

 Prolific as the imagination of our great bard was in 

 exhibiting human nature in all its varied phases, and 

 clear and comprehensive as was his understanding of her 

 manifold vagaries, I doubt if ever he even met with 

 so strange a character. 



Peculiar in his dress, which he never altered to suit 

 the fashion of the day ; quaint in his manners, and simple 

 in his habits, he attracted such notice only from the 

 passer-by as a bird of a different plumage from its 

 fellows. To those who knew him there was somethinir 

 more under that broad brim than a first acquaiatance 

 would perceive — something more humorous in that 

 countenance that a hi oh snow-white shirt collar like a 

 sheet of note-paper more than partially hid — than the 

 casual observer would ex^Dect. The long black waistcoat 



