The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch Letters by Artemus Ward
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"What a beautiful brest-pin you've got," said one of 'em.
"Permit me," and he took it out of my neckercher. "Isn't it luvly," he said, parsin it to another, who parsed it to another. It was given me by my Aunt, on my promisin her I'd never swear profanely; and I never have, except on very special occasions. I see that beautiful boosum pin a parsin from one Slosher to another, and I'm reminded of them sad words of the poit, "parsin away! parsin away!" I never saw it no more. Then in comes a athletic female, who no sooner sees me than she utters a wild yell, and cries: "At larst! at larst! My Wilyim, from the seas!" I said, "not at all, Marm. Not on no account. I have heard the boatswain pipe to quarters--but a voice in my heart didn't whisper Seu-zan! I've belayed the marlin-spikes on the upper jibpoop, but Seu-zan's eye wasn't on me, much. Young woman, I am not you're Saler boy. Far different." "Oh yes, you are!" she howled, seizin me round the neck. "Oh, how I've lookt forwards to this meetin!" "And you'll presently," I said, "have a opportunity of lookin backwards to it, because I'm on the point of leavin this institution." I will here observe that I come of a very clever family. A very clever fam'ly, indeed. |
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