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25 stood forward as much as saying, "will ye tak me Willie?" But the great, the all absorbing idea of the breeks, was the pockets. I recollect that my first expression, in answer to the congratulations of my friends was,



Being a philosopher, I cannot refrain from moralising on that expression, I've got pockets. How many have never got rid of it. It has stuck to them through life, it will stick to them till death. Men of one idea—the pocket—they live and move, and have their being apparently for their pocket—their small stingy soul, as the Yankees say, lies in a corner of their pocket.