nfess I  surprised at  quotations from autainly  in tioned t circumstance to Frank Bracebridge,  Master Simons ion o some  into udious ?t, as imes er evening. Sir Antzs Book of ry Contentments, tretyse of ing, by Sir t, Isaac altons Angler, and t andard auties; and, like all men ry and quoted to  of old books in ted to tunes t s of t century. ical application of scraps of literature, o be looked upon as a prodigy of book-knosmen, and small sportsmen of the neighborhood.

    alking  toll of told t ttle particular in  cmas morning, considering it a day of pouring out of tusser observed,--

    quot;At Cmas be merry, and t t ;

    quot;If you are disposed to go to c; said Frank Bracebridge, quot;I can promise you a specimen of my cousin Simons musical acs. As titute of an organ, eurs, and establis; ed a ced my fato tions of Jervaise Markry Contentments: for t out all tenor try bumpkins, and for `s-moutaste among ttiest lasses in t,  dif?cult to keep in tune, your pretty female singer being exceedingly o accident.quot;

    As ty,  of to tone, and stood near a village about e. Adjoining it  ly matted ree t rained against its ures o admit ligo tique lattices. As ered nest th and preceded us.

    I ed to see a sleek ioned pastor, sucen found in a snug living in ty of a ricrons table, but I ed. ttle, meagre, black-looking man,  oo ood off from eac o , like a dried ?lbert in its sy coat,  skirts and pockets t ed in large sed h enormous buckles.

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