CHAINMAIL HALL.
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Mr. Chainmail had laid for the evening, was interrupted by a tremendous clamor without.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
What have we here? Mummers?
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Nay, I know not. I expect none.
"Who is there?" he added, approaching the door of the hall.
"Who is there?" vociferated the divine, with the voice of Stentor.
"Captain Swing," replied a chorus of discordant voices.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
Ho, ho! here is a piece of the dark ages we did not bargain for. Here is the Jacquerie. Here is the march of mind with a witness.
