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lads; I'll shew you land—for when we have tugged through that chapter, the book shall not be opened again this twelvemonth.—Huzza!—
CHAP. XLII.
——— Five years with a bib under his chin;
Four years in travelling from Christcross-row to Malachi;
A year and a half in learning to write his own name;
Seven long years and more τυπτω-ing it, at Greek and Latin;
Four years at his probations and his negations—the fine statue still lying in the
