packet was a large assortment of French kid skins and white ribbon.

That blessed morning she had bestowed her fair hand on a fat professor of
theology from Brazen Nose, who had been just presented to a rich prebend by
the bishop, for having proved beyond a controversy, the divine origin of
tithes, in a blue-bound pamphlet. Before I had time to recover from my
astonishment, a travelling carriage brought me to the window; and quickly
as it passed, I had full time to see _ma belle Harriette_ seated
beside the thick-winded dignitary. She bowed her white Spanish hat and six
ostrich feathers to me as she rolled off, to spend, as the papers informed
me, "the honey-moon at the lakes of Cumberland.' There was a blessed return
for two years' exposure to the attacks of rheumatism and French
cavalry.--_Stories of Waterloo._

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When the celebrated Philip Henry was ejected from the establishment,
Dr. Busby (who had been his tutor) meeting him, said, "Who made you a
nonconformist?" "You, Sir," replied he, "I made you a nonconformist!"
"Yes, Sir, you taught me those principles which forbade to violate my
conscience."

TOSCAR.

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THE SKETCH-BOOK.