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Tim. Testy orders the reader instantly to correct the two
following egregious blunders perpetrated by Mr. Bulmer's

Page 97, Groan 13, the word of in the second line should
not be in Italics.

Page 131, line 5, for entire, read whole.




Testy and Sensitive.

Sensitive. Well, Mr. Testy, and how are things going with you?

Testy. How !—why just as they always have gone-downwards—backwards-crookedly - spirally—any how but upwards, or straight forwards;-and, 'faith, if I may judge from the ruefulness of your visage, neighbour Sensitive, your affairs are not moving in a much handsomer direction.

Sen. Handsomer !-O,Mr. Testy! if there be any other direction still more hideous, you


have only to suppose it for me. But you, my friend !-you are, happily, of a hardy and contentious make; and, however occasionally turbid may be the stream of your life, it presently works itself clear again by its own commotion ;-while mine presents a languid, yet a fretting current, with just enough of agitation to collect a perpetual sediment, which it has not, afterwards, the strength to precipitate, or disperse ! - In plainer language, Mr. Testy, I strongly suspect that, if we should ever come to be dissected, you wou'd furnish the phenomenon of an human body, in which the nerves have been omitted; while my operator wou'd, perhaps, discover little else. I have a strange .curiosity upon this subject-could I venture to propose, dear Sir, for the good of mankind, that we should draw up a sort of codicil to our wills, so as just to leave ourselves to Mr. Cline, to be.....

Test.-Carved and served up to his pupils, I suppose !—thank ye, Sir-infinitely obliged to you, upon my life, for so readily letting me into your benevolent scheme-tho' I can't

say, somehow, that it seems to inspire me! no-you are very good-very, indeed—but, really-with a proper sense of the obligation all along-I seem as if I shou'd be quite as well satisfied to remain as I am, as long as I can hold together. Why, whạt the D-1 is all this “gypsy-jargon” about nerves and fibres, and I know not what, which is gaining head upon us every hour ?- Nerves !-why, what can you do more, with all your nerves to help you, than live in a frenzy ?-and what do I do less?

Sen. Compose yourself, Mr. Testy, while I proceed to tell you that your troubles are made of matter, and mine of spirit; that the body is a block, and the soul ..... but, “ canimus surdis;"-what do you know, or guess, of all those finer disquietudes, those quivering susceptibilities, that feverish fastidiousness, and those qualmish, recoiling disgusts, which constitute at once the pride and the plague of this gossamer frame of mine?-I, indeed, by the painful privilege of my nature, am, as it were, ambidexter in misery ; being no less exquisitely sensitive to those grosser

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