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brother and sister-in-law, to pass Christmas at Crotchet Castle. With these, Mr. Mac Quedy, Mr. Philpot, Mr. Trillo, Mr. Skionar, Mr. Toogood, and Mr. Firedamp, were sitting at breakfast, when the Reverend Doctor Folliott entered and took his seat at the table.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
Well, Mr. Mac Quedy, it is now some weeks since we have met: how goes on the march of mind?
MR. MAC QUEDY.
Nay, sir; I think you may see that with your own eyes.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
Sir, I have seen it, much to my discomfiture. It has marched into my rick-yard, and set my stacks on fire, with chemical materials, most scientifically compounded. It has marched up to the door of my vicarage, a hundred and
