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 There is no christian name in the world, said the curate, beginning with Tris—but ''Tristram. Then 'tis Tristram-gistus, quoth Susannah''.

—There is no gistus to it, noodle!—'tis my own name, replied the curate, dipping his hand as he spoke into the bason—Tristram! said he, ''&c. &c. &c. &c''. so Tristram was I called, and Tristram shall I be to the day of my death.

My father followed Susannah with his night-gown across his arm, with nothing more than his breeches on, fastened through haste with but a single button, and that button through haste thrust only half into the button-hole.

—She has not forgot the name, cried my father, half opening the door—No,