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thrown on the floor. The whole day was before 

 me, with positively nothing to do. This was a nice 

 situation for Harry Millard, Esq., to be in. There 

 I was, in good chambers, with servants, a good 

 cook, a good horse or two, and a tolerable income, 

 with nothing on earth to do. I had always been 

 told I was the idlest fellow in existence, and I 

 now fully believed it. Like Lord Tom Noddy, 

 I rang, not for Tiger Tim, but to have the 

 things cleared away, and order Salt Fish, 

 my favourite nag, for a canter round the 

 park. 



" Oh ! James," I exclaimed, as my servant 

 entered. I could not finish what I was going 

 to say, for he presented a tray with a letter 

 on it. Here ivas something to do. A letter ! 

 I had not received one for an age. I looked at 

 the address, which seemed to me to have been 

 written with a skewer. A man's hand ? rather 

 a different fist, thought I, to those I had lately 

 been accustomed to receive, which were gene- 

 rally crouched in the same style, on delicate 

 paper, with a tiny, well got up crest. " Lord 

 and Lady/' or "Mr. and Mrs. So and So," as 

 the case might be, " request the pleasure of Mr. 



