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station, from the throne to the stocks; saint or sinner, aristocrat or democrat, judge, counsel, or prisoner at the bar.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
I will thank you for a slice of lamb, with lemon and pepper. Before I proceed with this discussion,—Vin de Grave, Mr. Skionar,—I must interpose one remark. There is a set of persons in your city, Mr. Mac Quedy, who concoct every three or four months, a thing, which they call a review: a sort of sugar-plum manufacturers to the Whig aristocracy.
MR. MAC QUEDY.
I cannot tell, sir, exactly, what you mean by that; but I hope you will speak of those gentlemen with respect, seeing that I am one of them.
THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.
Sir, I must drown my inadvertence in a
