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Ye who wind and turn the passions with this great windlass,—and, having done it, lead the owners of them, whither ye think meet—
Ye, lastly, who drive—and why not, Ye also who are driven, like turkeys to market, with a stick and a red clout—meditate—meditate, I beseech you, upon Trim's hat.
CHAP. VIII.
Stay—I have a small account to settle with the reader, before Trim can go on with his harangue.—It shall be done in two minutes.
Amongst many other book-debts, all of which I shall discharge in due time,—I own myself a debtor to the world for two items,—a chapter upon chamber-maids and button-holes, which, in the former part of my work, I promised and fully
