Hall the Candles were lighted. 'Captain de la Pluche, presented by Herl
Bareacres,' Fitzwarren, my man, igsclaimed, as adwancing I made obasins
to the Thrown. Nealin on one nee, I cast a glans of unhuttarable loilty
towards the British Crownd, then stepping gracefully hup, (my Dimascus
Simiter WOULD git betwigst my ligs, in so doink, which at fust was wery
disagreeble)--rising hup grasefly, I say, I flung a look of manly but
respeckfl hommitch tords my Prins, and then ellygntly ritreated backards
out of the Roil Presents. I kep my 4 suvnts hup for 4 hours at this gaym
the night before my presntation, and yet I was the fust to be hup with
the sunrice. I COODNT sleep that night. By abowt six o'clock in the
morning I was drest in my full uniform; and I didnt know how to pass the
interveaning hours.
"'My Granmother hasnt seen me in full phigg,' says I. 'It will rejoice
that pore old sole to behold one of her race so suxesfle in life. Has I
ave read in the novle of "Kennleworth," that the Herl goes down in Cort
dress and extoneshes Hamy Robsart, I will go down in all my splender and
astownd my old washywoman of a Granmother.' To make this detummination;
to horder my Broom; to knock down Frederick the groomb for delaying to
bring it; was with me the wuck of a momint.
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