An Author who points his ſatyr at a great man, is to be looked upon in the ſame view with the engineer who ſignalized himſelf by this ungenerous practice.

[page 10:] I knew you'd be scared, Reggie laughed. What are you doin', foo? You must be crazy. You don't scare me. Then why did you almost fall out of that chair? I scare everyone. [page 38:] This is coo, said Fred. It's almost like being there. We are there, foo! said Reggie as the boys slapped palms.

’T was the proudest hall in the North Countree, And never its gates might opened be, Save to lord or lady of high decree[…]

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