Now, I shimply ask you, d'you call that dentistry ?" Fixing his eyes on Shelton's collar, which had the misfortune to be high and clean, he resumed with drunken scorn: "Ut's the same all over this pharisaical counthry.

Talk of high morality and Anglo-Shaxon civilisation! The world was never at such low ebb! Phwhat's all this morality?
Ut stinks of the shop.

Look at the condition of Art in this counthry! look at the fools you see upon th' stage! look at the pictures and books that sell! I know what I'm talking about, though I am a sandwich man.

Phwhat's the secret of ut all?
Shop, my bhoy! Ut don't pay to go below a certain depth! Scratch the skin, but pierce ut--Oh! dear, no! We hate to see the blood fly, eh ?" Shelton stood disconcerted, not knowing if he were expected to reply; but the old gentleman, pursing up his lips, went on: "Sir, there are no extremes in this fog-smitten land.

Do ye think blanks loike me ought to exist?
Whoy don't they kill us off?
Palliatives--palliatives--and whoy?
Because they object to th' extreme course.