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 word my father said, was accommodated either to herself, or her family concerns.

Pray, Madam, in what street does the lady live, who would not have done the same?

From the strange mode of Cornelius's death, my father had made a transition to that of Socrates, and was giving my uncle Toby an abstract of his pleading before his judges;—'twas irresistable:—not the oration of Socrates,—but my father's temptation to it.—He had wrote the Life of Socrates himself the year before he left off trade, which, I