Notice the change of countenance,
"Quantum mutatus ab illo Hercule"!
Happily the paper does not give utterance to our friend Harry's remarks to his mare, who is complacently feeding on the bank: "Oh! you!" Let us leave him and the Artist to console themselves and each other, with the true though trite judgment of our poet —
"We are all of us Tailors in turn."
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