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118 a change of prospects! I believes as how there is little to please you in quod, (prison)."

"Nothing makes men so facetious as misfortune to others!" said Augustus, moralizing, and turning himself, as well as he was able, in order to deliver his body from the pointed elbow of Mr. Nabbem. "When a man is down in the world, all the by-standers, very dull fellows before, suddenly become wits!"

"You reflects on I," said Mr. Nabbem; "well, it does not sinnify a pin, for directly we does our duty, you chaps become howdaciously ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful!" said Pepper: "what a plague have we got to be grateful for? I suppose, you think we ought to tell you, you are the best friend we have, because you have scrouged us, neck and croup, into this horrible hole, like turkeys fatted for Christmas. 'Sdeath! one's hair is flatted down like a pancake; and as for one's legs, you had better cut them off at once, than tuck them up in a place a foot square,—to say nothing of these blackguardly irons!"