The Grinder Papers — page 203: what you’re looking at

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198 THE GRINDER PAPERS. ‘Ts anything the matter?” said she. ig I, not to be oe ‘‘A sudden pain, maam. It is over.’ And then, oh! Thomas, and then she scraped the chimney— the kitchen chimney—and made soof fea, which she said was the only remedy for symptoms of cholera. _The more I declared I had none, the more she said I had, and at last muttered these awful words: | ‘““No, Mr. Floger; there ain’t no use denying ont. You only don’t want fur tu alarm your too susceptible Charity. But it’s her duty fur tu take keer on you, and she'll du it. Hold your pa’s nose, Amandy, and I'll make him swaller.” And the dear girl, whom she had alarmed concerning the cholera, d@@ hold my nose, and I—swallowed—the—soot—tea | Auzgh ! May you never have such a mouthful ! You see, my dear brother, I must fly. Tell Amanda not to feel anxious, but don’t inform her where I am. Charity Grinder will have it out of her1 you do, and may follow me. It is eleven oclock. I must go, if I would catch the train. My portmanteau is packed. Adieu until we meet. Your afflicted brother, PETER FLOGER. Capt. THomas Frocmr, N. Y. comicbook