Then he would buy my Colisyum, and I wouldn't sell it for all his puffball lordship might offer.

Isn't the house of the snail as much to him as the turtle's shell to the turtle?
I'll have no upstart spilling his chemicals here, or devilling the stars from a seat on my roof." "Last autumn," said I, "David Claridge was housed here.

Thy palace was a prison then." "I know well of that.
Haven't I found his records here?
And do you think his makeshift lordship did not remind me ?" "Records?
What records, Soolsby ?" asked I, most curious.

"Writings of his thoughts which he forgot-- food for mind and body left in the cupboard." "Give them to me upon this instant, Soolsby," said I."All but one," said he, "and that is my own, for it was his mind upon Soolsby the drunken chair-maker.
God save him from the heathen sword that slew his uncle.

Two better men never sat upon a chair!" He placed the papers in my hand, all save that one which spoke of him.