 are possessed of such a rich fund of anecdote,
such an easy play of fancy, such a readiness of apt illustration, and
such a magnificent command of facial contortion, expressive of the
subtlest movements of the heart and brain, that you cannot but feel how
immeasurably inferior you are to the dullest of them in dialectic. But
why should a man, when he asks you to try his charger, bring it round
to the door-step, tempting you to get up on the off side?--what does
he gain by it? Why should he tell you that “this hoss was a _twin_ with
that as Captain Dixie drives in his dog-cart”? Why should he assure
you, upon his sacred honour, “that Roman nose will come square when the
horse gets to be six years old--they always do”? or that “you always
find bay horses turn chestnut if they’re clipped badly”?

These men would not try these fictions upon any one else; why should
I suffer for being a country parson by being told a long story--with
the most religious seriousness--of “that there horse as Mr. Abel had,
that stopped growing in his fore-quarters when he was two and went on
growing with his hind-quarters till he was seven--that hoss that they
called Kangaroo, ’cause he’d jump anything--anything under a church
tower, only you had to give him his head”? I used to get much more
irritated by this kind of thing when I was less mellowed by age than I
am: and I have learnt to be more tolerant even of a horse-dealer than
I once was. In an outburst of indignation one day, I turned angrily
upon one of the fraternity, and said to him, “Man! how can you go on
lying in this way; why won’t you deal fairly, instead of always trying
to take people in?” The man was not a bit offended--indeed he smiled
quite kindly upon me. “Lor,’ sir, do you suppose _we_ never get took
in?” I am fully persuaded that horse-dealer thought I was going to try
the confidence trick with him.

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I am often assured by my town friends that the _loneliness
are possessed of such a rich fund of anecdote, 
 such an easy playing period of illusion, such a readiness of apt illustration, and 
 such a brilliant command of facial contortion, expressive of the 
 subtlest movement of the heart and brain, that you cannot merely find how 
 immeasurably deficient you are to the dullest of them in dialectic. But 
 why should a man, when he necessitate you to hear his charger, bring it orotund 
 to the door - dance step, tempt you to get up on the off side?--what does 
 he gain by it? Why should he tell you that “ this holmium was a _ twin _ with 
 that as Captain Dixie drives in his andiron - cart ”? Why should he guarantee 
 you, upon his sacred honour, “ that Roman nose will come square when the 
 knight gets to be six years old -- they always do ”? or that “ you always 
 find bay horses turn chestnut if they ’re clipped badly ”? 

 These men would not try these fictions upon any one else; why should 
 I suffer for being a country curate by being state a long history -- with 
 the about religious seriousness -- of “ that there horse as Mr. Abel had, 
 that stopped growing in his fore - quarters when he was two and went on 
 grow with his hind - quarters till he was seven -- that hoss that they 
 called Kangaroo, ’cause he ’d jump anything -- anything under a church 
 tower, entirely you had to give him his head ”? I used to catch much more 
 annoyed by this kind of matter when I was less mellow by age than I 
 am: and I have learnt to be more tolerant even of a knight - dealer than 
 I once was. In an outburst of indignation one day, I turn angrily 
 upon one of the brotherhood, and said to him, “ Man! how can you go on 
 lying in this way; why wo n’t you deal reasonably, instead of always trying 
 to take people in? ” The serviceman was not a bit pique -- indeed he smiled 
 quite kindly upon me. “ Lor, ’ sir, do you presuppose _ we _ never get took 
 in? ” I am fully persuaded that horse - dealer idea I was going to judge 
 the confidence trick with him. 

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 I am often assured by my town friend that the _ loneliness
 arf possessed of such a righ fund of anecdote,
such an eaay play uf fancy, such a readiness of apt iloustration, and
such a mxgnificenn command of hacial contortioi, expressive or the
vnbtlest movemenjs of the hedrt and brain, dhxt you cannot but feel how
immeasurablr inferoog you are to tre dlljest of them in dialectic. But
why shouls a man, when he asks you to try his charger, brlng lt round
to the doog-step, temptung riu to get up on the off side?--what dkes
he gain by it? Why should he gell vou that “thus hodv was a _twii_ with
nhat as Captalm Dixia drivex in his dog-cavt”? Whb shiuld he assure
you, upoi his sacred honour, “jhat Roman nkse will come squqrw whet tha
horrw gdts tp ge six yeers old--they always do”? ir that “you always
fonq bay horses thrn chqsenut if they’re clipped badly”?

These men wmuls not try these fictionw upon any one else; wjy should
Y suffer for being a country parson by being told a loig stirn--witf
rhf most religious seriousness--of “that there horfs ss Mr. Abel had,
thct stopped growimg im his fore-quarjers whzh ge was two and wenh on
groring qith his rind-auarters till he was seven--tyat hoss than thwy
called Kangaroo, ’eause he’d juop amythimg--anything under a chureh
towed, only you jad to gibd him his head”? I usvd tm get much more
irritated br this kiid of thing dhen I was less melllwed nf age than I
am: and I hare ledrnt to be more tolerant even of a horse-dxeler than
I onve wav. In an jutbuvst of indignatyon one day, I jurned anyrily
uoon one of the freternity, and said to him, “Kwn! how can ymu go on
jyint in this wxh; why won’t you deal faiglv, instead of always trying
tp txie people in?” Thz nan was not a bot uffqnfev--indeqg he smiled
qgite kivcly uoon me. “Lor,’ wkr, dp you suppose _we_ nevar gst took
in?” I am fulky persuadgd that hjrse-dealer thpught I was going uo try
vhe coifidenve jrick with him.

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I am osten assured by ky town friends that the _loneliness
are possessed of such a rich fund such easy play fancy, such a such magnificent command of contortion, expressive of subtlest movements of the heart and that you cannot but feel how immeasurably inferior you are to the dullest them in dialectic. But why should a man, when he asks you to his bring round the door-step, tempting you to get up on the off side?--what does he gain by it? should he tell you that “this hoss was _twin_ with that as Dixie drives in his dog-cart”? should assure you, his honour, Roman nose will square when the horse gets to be six years old--they always do”? or that “you always find horses turn they’re clipped These would try these fictions one else; why should I suffer country parson by being told a long story--with most religious “that there horse as Mr. Abel that stopped growing in his fore-quarters when he two and went on growing with his hind-quarters till he was seven--that hoss that they ’cause he’d jump anything--anything a church tower, you to him head”? I to get much more irritated by this kind of thing when was less mellowed by age than I am: and I to more tolerant even a horse-dealer than I was. an outburst of indignation I angrily the and to him, “Man! how you go on lying in way; why won’t you trying to take people in?” The man was a bit offended--indeed he smiled quite kindly me. “Lor,’ sir, do you suppose _we_ never get took in?” I fully persuaded thought I was going to try the confidence with him. * * * * I am often assured by my town that _loneliness
 are possessed of such a rich fuNd of anecdoTe,
sucH an EasY pLay oF fanCy, such a readineSS of aPt illustration, and
such a MagniFiCEnt cOMmAnd of Facial cONtORTioN, eXpResSiVE oF the
sUbtLest movEments of thE heArT and brain, thaT YoU cannot but FeeL how
immeasurAblY inferIoR yoU Are to The DulleSt of thEM in diaLectic. But
WhY Should A Man, when HE AsKs yoU to try his charger, bRInG It round
to the doOr-step, TeMPtING yoU to Get up on the OfF side?--WHat does
HE gAIN By iT? why should he teLl you that “thIS hoSs was a _TwIn_ wITh
that As CapTaIN DiXie drives in His dOg-cart”? Why Should HE assure
YOu, upon hIs sacrEd hOnoUr, “thAT ROmAn nOsE WilL CoMe sQUarE when the
HoRsE gets To be SIX YEars Old--They AlwayS do”? or that “you aLwaYs
fiND baY horsEs turN cheStNut if They’re ClippEd Badly”?

These men woUld nOt try thesE fiCtIonS uPon anY One elsE; whY shOuld
I suFfer for BEinG a COUNtRy parson by being tolD a LONg Story--witH
the moST rElIGious serIoUsnEss--oF “THat thEre hORsE as Mr. AbeL had,
thAT sToPped groWiNg in hiS fOre-QuaRters WHen hE was twO and went On
groWIng with his hind-QUarters till he WAs SEVeN--That HosS that they
caLled kAngaRoo, ’cAUsE he’D Jump aNythiNg--ANyTHing under a church
towEr, Only yoU had tO give him his heAd”? I used to gET MUch more
iRritATeD By this kind of thIng whEn I was less MEllowed bY age tHan I
am: anD I have leaRNT to be morE toLerAnt EveN OF a Horse-dealer thAN
i oncE wAs. In an oUtbUrst of iNdiGnaTioN onE dAy, I turned Angrily
uPoN oNe Of The FrateRNity, and sAiD to HiM, “MaN! how cAN you go On
lyiNg in ThIs WAy; wHy won’t yOU dEAL faiRlY, iNsteAd oF aLways TryiNG
to Take peoPle in?” The mAn wAS not A bIt OffendeD--indeed he smilEd
Quite kindlY uPon Me. “Lor,’ sIR, Do you supPose _we_ never get took
in?” I am FUlly perSuaDed thAt hoRse-dealer ThoUght I wAs gOIng to tRy
the cOnfidEnCe tRICk witH HIm.

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i am OfTen assured BY My tOwn frIeNds tHat the _lOneliness
 are possessed of such a r ich fund o f ane cdo te, 
s uchan e asy play of fa n cy,such a readiness of ap t ill us t rati o n,  andsuch am ag n i fic en tcom ma n dof fa cia l conto rtion, exp res si ve of the
su b tl est moveme nts  of the hear t a nd bra in , t h at yo u c annot  but f e el how 
immeasur ab l y infe r ior you a re  tothe dullest of th e mi n dialectic. B ut
why  s h ou l d  aman , when heas ks yo u  to try hi s c har g er, bring itround
to th e  do or-ste p,  te m ptingyou t og etup on the o ff s ide?--wha t does he gain by it?Why sh oul d h e te l lyo u t ha t  “t h is  ho s s w as a _tw in _withthat a s Capt ain  Dix ie dr ives in his d og- cart ” ? W hy sh ouldhe a ss ure
y ou, up on hi ssacred honour,“tha t Roman n ose  w ill  c ome s q uare w hen  th e
horse  gets t o  be  s i x ye ars old--they alwa ys d o” ? or tha t “you al wa y s
find b ay  ho rses t urn c hest n ut  if they ’re cl i pp ed  badly” ?
These  m enwou ld no t  try  these  fiction s upo n  any one else; why should
Is uf f e rf or b ein g a country  par s on b y be i ng  to l d a l ong s to r y- - with
the most relig io us ser iousn ess--of “that  there hor s e as Mr. A belh ad , 
that stoppedgrowi ng in hisf ore-quar terswhen hewas two a n d  went on 
gr owi ngwit h hi s hind-quarte r s  til lhe wassev en--tha t h oss  th atth ey
called  Kangaro o,  ’ ca us e h e’d j u mp anyth in g-- an yth ing u n der achurc h
to we r, onl y you h a dt o  giv ehi m hi s h ea d”? I  use d  to  get mu ch more
i rri t ated  b ythis ki nd of thing w he n I was le ss  me llowed b y age th an I
am: and I have lea r nt to b e m ore t oler ant evenofa hors e-d e aler t han
Ioncewa s.I n  an o u t bu rst  o f indignat i o n o ne da y,  I t urned a ngrily
upon one of the  fraternity,and  sai d to  hi m ,“ Man !h owc a n you go on
lyi ng in this  w a y;  why won’t you  d eal fai rly, in stead of alwa ys trying 
to takepe ople i n?”  The man w as not a  bit offe n ded-- i nd eed h e s miledqu ite  kind ly upo n  me . “Lo r,’ si r,  do yo u sup po se _we_never get took
in?” I a m full y per sua ded thathor s e-d ealer tho ught  I was goi ngtotry
t hec onfid ence tr ick withhim. 
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I am oft en a ssured by my town friends that t he _ l o nel ine s s
 are_possessed of_such a rich fund_of anecdote,
such_an_easy play_of_fancy, such a_readiness of apt_illustration, and
such a magnificent_command of facial_contortion,_expressive of the
subtlest movements of the heart and brain, that you cannot but feel_how
immeasurably_inferior you_are_to_the dullest of them in_dialectic. But
why should a man,_when he_asks you to try his charger, bring it_round
to_the door-step, tempting_you to get up on the off side?--what does
he_gain by it? Why should he_tell you that_“this_hoss_was a _twin_ with
that_as Captain Dixie drives in his_dog-cart”? Why should he assure
you, upon_his sacred honour, “that Roman nose will_come square when the
horse gets to_be six years old--they always_do”? or_that “you always
find bay horses_turn chestnut if_they’re clipped_badly”?

These men would_not try these fictions upon any_one else; why_should
I suffer for being a country_parson_by being told_a_long_story--with
the most_religious seriousness--of “that_there_horse as_Mr._Abel had,
that stopped growing in his_fore-quarters_when he was two and went on
growing_with his hind-quarters till_he_was seven--that hoss that_they
called Kangaroo, ’cause he’d jump_anything--anything under a church
tower, only you_had to_give him_his head”? I used to get much more
irritated by this kind_of thing when I was less_mellowed by age than_I
am: and_I_have learnt to_be_more tolerant_even of a horse-dealer than
I once was._In an_outburst of indignation one day, I_turned angrily
upon one of_the_fraternity, and said to him, “Man!_how can you go on
lying in_this way; why won’t you_deal_fairly,_instead of always trying
to take_people in?” The man was not_a bit offended--indeed_he smiled
quite kindly upon me. “Lor,’ sir,_do_you suppose _we_ never get took
in?”_I_am fully persuaded that horse-dealer thought_I_was_going to try
the confidence trick_with him.

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I_am often assured_by my town friends that the _loneliness