Burlesques William Makepeace Thackeray

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That Sorrow never cures;
There is a little, little Star,
That still above me beams;
It is the Star of Hope—but ar!
Dost thou remember Jeames?'
"When I came to the last words, 'Dost thou remember Je-e-e-ams?' I threw such an
igspresshn of unuttrable tenderniss into the shake at the hend, that Hangelina could bare it
no more. A bust of uncumtrollable emotium seized her. She put her ankercher to her face
and left the room. I heard her laffing and sobbing histerickly in the bedwor.
"O Hangelina—My adord one, My Arts joy!" . . .
"BAREACRES, me, the ladies of the famly, with their sweet Southdown, B's eldest son,
and George Silvertop, the shabby Capting (who seems to git leaf from his ridgmint
whenhever he likes,) have beene down into Diddlesex for a few days, enjying the spawts of
the feald there.
"Never having done much in the gunning line (since when a hinnasent boy, me and Jim
Cox used to go out at Healing, and shoot sparrers in the Edges with a pistle)—I was reyther
dowtfle as to my suxes as a shot, and practusd for some days at a stoughd bird in a shooting
gallery, which a chap histed up and down with a string. I sugseaded in itting the hannimle
pretty well. I bought Awker's 'Shooting-Guide,' two double-guns at Mantings, and salected
from the French prints of fashn the most gawjus and ellygant sportting ebillyment. A lite
blue velvet and goold cap, woar very much on one hear, a cravatt of yaller & green
imbroidered satting, a weskit of the McGrigger plaid, & a jacket of the McWhirter tartn,
(with large, motherapurl butns, engraved with coaches & osses, and sporting subjix,) high
leather gayters, and marocky shooting shoes, was the simple hellymence of my costewm,
and I flatter myself set hoff my figger in rayther a fayverable way. I took down none of my
own pusnal istablishmint except Fitzwarren, my hone mann, and my grooms, with
Desparation and my curricle osses, and the Fourgong containing my dressing-case and
close.
"I was heverywhere introjuiced in the county as the great Railroad Cappitlist, who was to
make Diddlesex the most prawsperous districk of the hempire. The squires prest forrards to
welcome the new comer amongst 'em; and we had a Hagricultural Meating of the Bareacres
tenantry, where I made a speech droring tears from heavery i. It was in compliment to a
layborer who had brought up sixteen children, and lived sixty years on the istate on seven
bobb a week. I am not prowd, though I know my station. I shook hands with that mann in
lavinder kidd gloves. I told him that the purshuit of hagriculture wos the noblist
hockupations of humannaty: I spoke of the yoming of Hengland, who (under the command