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inglorious victory: but it deserves a devil and a bowl of punch."
MR. CHAINMAIL.
A wassail-bowl.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
No, sir. No more of the twelfth century for me.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Nay, Doctor. The twelfth century has backed you well. Its manner and habits, its community of kind feelings between master and man, are the true remedy for these ebullitions.
MR. TOOGOOD.
Something like it: improved by my diagram: arts for arms.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
No wassail-bowl for me. Give me an unsophisticated bowl of punch, which belongs to that blissful middle period, after the
