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Show j Th.ifi; l!io r.i:;ht S.irt. ! A y. ung man, one of our old j I friends, stole into our s:mctum j j .Monday morning with a big, long! ithing concealed under his coat. .Wt many minutes elapsed, how-S ever, hi fore he whipped it out and stood it on the (trek. It was a huge, prepossessing bottle of pure, h one-made vile. 'Tvc. come to net Tin; lit Giant and congratulate vim for your last year's success." and we ail shook round and our entire force drank the h:altli of i our thoughtful visitor. |