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SHOWS HOW THE SQUIRES IN A CONQUEROR'S SERVICE HAVE AT.
TIMES TO DO KNIGHTLY CONQUEST OF THEMSELVES By the very earliest of the trains shot away to light and briny air from London's November gloom, which knows the morning through increase of gasjets, little Skepsey was hurried over suburban chimneys, in his friendly third-class carriage; where we have reminders of ancient pastoral times peculiar to our country, as it may chance; but where a man may speak to his neighbour right off without being deemed offensive.
That is homely.

A social fellow knitting closely to his fellows when he meets them, enjoys it, even at the cost of uncushioned seats he can, if imps are in him, merryandrew as much as he pleases; detested punctilio does not reign there; he can proselytize for the soul's welfare; decry or uphold the national drink; advertize a commercial Firm deriving prosperity from the favour of the multitude; exhort to patriotism.

All is accepted.

Politeness is the rule, according to Skepsey's experience of the Southern part of the third-class kingdom.