The author of a "Thousand and One Nights" was a rank amateur: compared with BMr. Barlow. A thousand and one, forsooth? Mr. Barlow knew of at least a thousand and two. Furthermore, he has enhanced Britain's prestige by exposing th heresy that it is only Americans it observation with, a or, "That reminds me—" Did one ask Mr. Barlow what time it was, he at. once responded with a windy dissertation on clocks, or the sad experience of the waster: who pawned his watch, A casual reference to the purity of the evening air, and loi immediately all the data pertaining to depholgisticated atic acid was forthcoming. where or not, is immaterial, One finds a parallel to them in the endless recital so dear to these who are now fifty, or more, when they were adolescent:— stormy night.
ain fell (Will the reader kindly continue this for himself, ad infinitum et ad nauseam? There is really a limit to the supply of inverted commas, to say nothing of a Chinese com: positer'é endurance),
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