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 Mr. Chainmail had laid for the evening, was interrupted by a tremendous clamor without.

What have we here? Mummers?

Nay, I know not. I expect none. "Who is there?" he added, approaching the door of the hall.

"Who is there?" vociferated the divine, with the voice of Stentor.

"Captain Swing," replied a chorus of discordant voices.

Ho, ho! here is a piece of the dark ages we did not bargain for. Here is the Jacquerie. Here is the march of mind with a witness.