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 f AN EVENING IN THE SQUIRE'S KITCHEN. It was a miserable evening ; outside it was snowing and blowing, and in the squire's parlour the candle burned so dimly that you could scarcely distinguish anything in the room but a clock-case with some Chinese ornaments, a large mirror in an old-fashioned frame, and a silver family tankarcL The squire and I were the only occupants of the room. I sat in a corner of the sofa with a book in my hand, while the squire himself had tåken a seat in the other corner buried in the perusal of the manuscript of a political