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blade, now a faded stem, now leaf of sorrel or crow- 

 foot, then a nip of flat-green succalent (I don't know 

 what leaf), mixing them quite as cook does the salad. 

 And the lambs thrive so well with it. Such a flush of 

 milk the mothers seem to have, and there's no diar- 

 rhoea. It well rewards for saving in the autumn. 

 What a talent Jonas Webb must have had for finding 

 the needle ! I am every day more surprised to con- 

 template the meaty legs of his mutton, and compare 

 them as milkers with my Cots wold flock. 



I wonder he never took to pigs. But I had best 

 betake myself to bed, you will suggest ; so, gentle 

 reader, I wish you with Byron's grasshopper one " good- 

 night " chirrup more. 



" Painless dentistry," did you say the advertisement 

 was ? Why, then, now, that's just exactly what I 

 wanted last Christmas, and expect to want about Mid- 

 summer-day. Now, is there no one of the many 

 existent goodnatured fellows who will not, as poor 

 inimitable Wright used to say, " come for to go for to 

 send for to fetch for to bring for to carry" one of these 

 said clever artists to sustain me under the operation 

 of "draw" to which I shall shortly be subjected? I 

 should be so thankful if it could be done. How thank- 

 ful I cannot say. 



Having touched upon the subject, let me go further, 

 and counsel, I trust without offence, enthusiastic youth. 

 I am spirited thereto by a recent encounter, from which 

 I have emerged I consider not only scathless, but tri- 

 umphant, with an unconscionable tradesman who had 

 the audacity to try upon me a trick which I can attri- 

 bute only to what they must have judged a juvenile 

 guilelessness of countenance. 



