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Rh 'I wrote an ode to my native river many years ago; here it is, sir:

'Humph! ha! thank you,' said the Doctor. 'Where is that "Dodder" which you are trying to make famous?'

'It is a beautiful little river, sir, which falls into the Liffey, near Dublin, my native city.'

Doctor Julius now had recourse to his pipe. It seemed to be his only solace in that gloomy place, where a sunbeam never penetrated, where a sympathetic pressure of the hand of fellowship was never felt. He had spoken about going