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286 Old-time Schools and School-books
there's not a ram in the flock that wears horns more tre-mariously than I do.
G. T. Ha, ha, ha, tremariously, O distravagant! well, my son's a fool and my husband a jack-ass — but hark you, this chip o' yourn, this Mackademicianer, inserts that our tin quart is brim full, when I shook, and shook, and shook every atom, and morsel, and grain of beer out of it — and there was not a bit nor a jot in't any more than there is in his head, not a bit more.
Old T. Ay, ay, I warrant ye, nothing more brovebler
— yes, yes, and he told me about the dentity of pinticles in fire — and as how the proximation to fire made the sentiments of heat. Odd's buds! he's ruin'd, he's un­done ! Well, well, I'll go to the Protector, (Preceptor) I'll pound him — I'll mawl him — I'll see if he'll make Len a fool again —
G. T. Well, well, take him away, take him home,— I'll larn him. If you'll let him alone — I believe I can make him know a little something. But the conceptor! I'll strip his head for him — I'll make it as bare as an egg
— I'll pull his soul case out.
Old T. Why good George ! I sent him to the mackad-emy to get laming. If this is laming, my dog knows more than the Protector and the Mackademy besides.
Enter Leander.
Old T. How now, how now, coxcomb ! Why, Len, you're a fool! You're crazy, you're melirious, as your poor mother says.
Leander. Sir, you know you have a right to command your own, but I think, Sir, that the abuse of such power is worse than the want of it. Have I, Sir, deserved such treatment!
Old T Yes, you have reserved the gallows — ay, ay,
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