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 * To the first landing, where, incredible!
 * I met, far gone in liquor, that old man,
 * That vile impostor Hum,—
 * So far so well,—
 * For we have proved the Mago never fell
 * Down stairs on Crafticanto's evidence;
 * And therefore duly shall proceed to tell,
 * Plain in our own original mood and tense,

The sequel of this day, though labor 'tis immense!